Two weeks left to this blog's seventh anniversary. Should I buy myself a present to mark the occasion? Perhaps a minor face-lift (the blog, my face is dropped to far to be lifted by anything other than the HATRAMM's crane) would be appropriate.
Every so often we pass a milepost – some event or other that marks the next stage in shed development or a loco restoration. Some give a sense of satisfaction, even elation, while others just leave you with a feeling of 'well at least that's over'.
We are now into the second half of the year, the nights have started to draw in, tennis is about to monopolise our screens (boo!, unless you're into Andy Murray et al, in which case Hooray) and this blog is nearing its seventh anniversary.
Nearly half-way through 2017 and where has it all gone? I've started getting letters telling me that I need to make a decision about when and how I take my state pension, a point in life - retirement - that I have long concluded could never happen since Barclays Bank made 'an unfortunate mistake' in 2001 and forced Yorkshire Engine Co into Liquidation. But oh dear, some of their senior executives may be in legal trouble, it was announced this week. I must have a whip-round for them. Anyone got a whip?
As usual I like to start this blog with a thought-provoking commentary on an aspect of railways or our daily lives. But it's too hot.
So here we go with another mix of progress and folly.
Maybe it is better to live in blissful ignorance, unaware of just how many young people have decided that Darley Dale yard is some sort of Adventure playground just made for them.
Here we are again. A recent update in the template for this website system seems to have made the 'Latest Post' function disappear. Nothing to do with me, honest, but with hackers in the news of late, these updates are essential to staying one step ahead. Even if, on occasion, we don't know what step it is we are taking.
As you will have probably gathered, last weekend had us on a family get-together at Center Parcs Sherwood Forest over near Edwinstowe, so the posting was written in advance and automatically published at the set time: this week it's back to normal.
We used to believe that the last weekend of the month was the one where everything went wrong and the first was that when everything went right.