A bit for everyone this week, I think. Whether its s.g., n.g., steam or diesel, we've something that might catch your attention, educate or amuse.
Are you feeling all Christmassy yet? Can't say I am: just been trying to work out what effect it will have on cash flow for those customers whose bills are due on or about the 31st December. Will they pay up before they break up and thus let me have a good Christmas? Or will they get boozed up at the office party, fall asleep and wake up in time to go home early and s*d paying anybody until well into 2017? Yeah, that's my guess too.
Over the last few weeks I have (jokingly?) commented how we are allotted 3 enthusiast visitors per weekend, and that we had only two booked for this one. Well the final tally was a few more, but that is getting ahead of myself.
Several readers speculated, after my teaser at the end of last week's edition, whether things had kicked off with Peak Rail's management again, which was logical but actually not so. 'It' has had a significant effect on events this week though, and resulted in the title being apposite (not a house move, but count them!). Plenty of pictures too, so should be a colourful edition.
Apparently my opening remarks last week about the joys of being self-employed struck a chord with a few of you – not least one of my regulars who texted me in support of it before 7am Monday morning!
It's been a long hot week up here in Derbyshire (and the other places I've been to for that matter) and I especially enjoyed being sat on the M25 Tuesday evening after two cars and a foreign forty-footer closed it at Junction 25 when they all decided to occupy that bit of raod at the same instant. OK, not as bad as the poor souls stuck overnight in their cars trying to make it out of the country through Dover, but why is it that traffic always seems to increase, never matching the rise or fall of the economy?
Sunday again. I've driven over 1000 miles this week and I'm beginning to feel it. It's an age thing, obviously. Back in the '90s, I once did 800 miles in 24 hours, starting in Germany in the morning, back home through the Channel Tunnel, pick up my tools and bits for one of my fitters in Warwickshire, meet fitter just off the M6, carry on up to Sellafield, fix a loco, leave site only to decide it was too late to start looking for a hotel so drive back home to Sheffield (Briddon Towers as was), arriving as the sun rose and ending up in the office at around 10.00. But you do that sort of thing when you're young and (insert your own adjective). Nowadays it's - have I really got to drive all that way?
RS8 seems to have attracted a lot ot interest during the week. It got mentioned on at least two enthusiast forums which has more than doubled our usual readership this week. I hope some of you were sufficiently curious to come back and give the blog another visit.
Thank heavens for long summer evenings, we've needed all the daylight we can get this week. The week began with efforts to get the first section of floor painted in the shed, but as much of the week relates to events that occurred earlier, I suppose I had better rewind...
D'y'know, earlier on this week I composed a truly fascinating and thought-provoking opening paragraph for this week's blog, and here I am all set to rock the very foundations of my readers worlds and I simply cannot remember what it was.