How much is motivation worth? And, if you could buy it, would you? I had a bit of time today and wanted to do some modelling. Actually do something and not just sit and contemplate the possibility of the prospect of doing something. Now things have been busy recently and I have gotten caught up doing a couple of other projects, which has resulted in very little physical railway modelling. I have printed off some point templates and have cut out bits of paper, i've doodled on notepads and sketched out rather squint looking layout ideas, although that does say more about my drawing ability than the actual idea, but i've not picked up a scalpel in a while. So today, was the day.
I have a few diesels that I plan on using for an early 60's era time period. They will be running on Claterinbrigg and then hopefully on whatever replaces Balbeggie Sidings. For the most part these are RTR items with little in the way of modification. I know this probably doesn't fit with the P4 mindset, but I try to get my stuff looking pretty reasonable but I won't die in the ditches over every last pipe or clip. I do accept that for some this is heresy but what I am trying to achieve is a consistent look, with my rails the right distance apart. That means that for me getting the correct track gauge is of greater priority that making sure that the Mark IV filter is replaced with a four bolt Mark V filter. I don't want to start the whole rivet counting "thing" but what I can't see I can live with, but by the same logic, I can't live with some of the thing I currently see, i.e. track work that looks awful.
Anyway I am trying to put together a small fleet that is based on the motive power used on the Great North of Scotland during the 60's period. This will include the Bachmann Class 24 (as seen below) and the hopefully soon to arrive headcode derivative so familiar in the Highlands and North East. The Heljan class 26 will also feature along with some early DMU's such as the class 105 and the Met-Cam units. For anyone who knows the area at all there is a glaring omission, that being the North British Class 21. Allocated to Kittybrewster in some numbers they were synonymous with the north east, the rest of the class eventually joining them (albeit in disgrace) and seeing out the rest of their short time in and around the area. Now Dapol have promised, then not promised, then promised again; fuddled around for a bit and then kind of said, they might, but haven't actually promised to produce them. These and the Class 29 version are probably the last major class that have still not been released to modern standards, but until Dapol overcome their intriguing decision making process or someone else overtakes them and these are on their way, I am left with a significant hole in my fleet.
To overcome this I have taken a project that I did a long - actually a frighteningly long - time ago and done a very quick refresh. This is intended as a stop-gap, until the manufacturers get their act together and is based on the ridiculously inaccurate Hornby model. Now over the last several weeks I have done what I consider the minimum work to get this to any kind of usable state. Front windows and the main radiator have been altered. The nose was done the first time round. This and some other minor fettling will hopefully give me that short term fix, without going to excessive lengths to achieve it.
|RTR diesels on track that is the right gauge. Now where is my class 21?|
Now that brings me back to today. One of the most noticeable features of this class is the big "sad-eye" windows and having reshaped them on the body, I was hoping to cut, shape and install some flush glazing. That was until that pesky Isaac Newton took to having some fun. Now I know I dropped the shaped plastic glass piece, as I actually saw it fall through the window. I also know that the great man determined that gravity will pull the said piece of plastic towards the core of the earth. Little did I know that it would pass - apparently - clean through the carpet on its way. No amount of crawling on hands and knees and horrible thought though it is, striping off to make sure it wasn't trapped in clothing, could determine the whereabouts of this troublesome object. So although it was clear plastic, this was not some tiny piece that pinged across the room, it fell no more than two feet. It does however remain - missing in action.
On another day I would simply have picked up another piece of the raw material and started again. However today, this just totally sapped my mojo! If I could have bought £5 worth of motivation, I would have done. I am now feeling guilty about letting such a trivial incident 'derail' my progress and really do wish that I could bottle the good days and keep them to top up the tough days, but as it was, a cup of coffee and a chocolate digestive did for me! Oh well there's always next week.