4270 had experienced a badly clinkered fire at the end of last week, and the Wednesday gang leaped into action to get the grate and ash pan fit for further service:
|An unidentified person cleaning 4270's grate.|
|Some of the clinker that emerged from the grate|
|Ben (l) & Roger, about to switch the compensating beam round...|
|...Job done, John (l) and Gilbert sign off the paperwork|
The training of drivers for the new (well to us) telehandler is progressing, Clive getting to grips with the beast, whilst raising Foremarke Hall's safety valves into position.
|Clive in the telehandler|
|Tim picks up where Neal left off as chairman of the escape committee|
Not having had a winter turn on 4270, our anonymous correspondent took a look under 4270 to find out where the weights for the injector drains are supposed to hang. They were still in situ... he overlooked informing 4270's fireman that they were still in place.
|Drain weights in place.|
|4270, in steam, decorated and ready to take nice children to the North Pole|
|Ben and Eleanor starting to decorate Dinmore Manor...|
|...Ben let the Christmas decorating go to his head a bit|
|Job done, Dinmore too looked ready for her appointment with the jovial white bearded chap in the red suit|
|The guilty parties, (l-r), Ian, Tina, Ben & Eleanor|
|Off with some empty coaches to fill with screaming kids|
|Danger, Elves at work!|
|Mark welds a nut on the stud|
|Pete holds a cherry red rivet in place...|
|...Ian applies pressure to finish the job|
|The tunnelling committee are at it again.|
|The savaged coupling rod|
|No doubting its heritage|
|David after pressing out the bearing|
|The view from the top of the containers|
|Back in the dry, the brackets looked like this...|
|Sam securing one of the brackets in place|
Dinmore Manor's new tender is still in need of having its first top coat of paint rubbing down and a second coat applying, Andy started the rubbing down, a task not made any easier by the myriad rivets involved.
|Andy preparing the new tender for a second top coat of paint|
|The weather left something to be desired|
|Still, there was a nice warm fire to try to dry off by.|
|Setting off from Toddington|
|Phil was the driver, and recent starter, Angela, tagged along for the ride.|
Whilst carols were sung at Winchcombe, Phil took the opportunity to dry his jacket, which had become more than slightly damp earlier.
|You could see steam rising off of it.|
Another distraction, was a mince pie that the daytime crew had manage to wedge into an inaccessible location behind the injector manifold. I was feeling a bit peckish by this point, so I opted to rescue it from it's precarious position. You'll be disappointed to learn that I managed not to burn myself in the process.
|The rescued mince pie, cooling down on the warming tray|
|The assembled throng singing under the canopy at Winchcombe|
|Dinmore Manor, enjoying listening to the carols|
|Angela earned her passage, by uncoupling at Toddington and helping with filling the tender|
Apparently the dinky wheels of the accommodation bogies that 3850 is currently perched on amused Chris
|I note that the weather was much kinder on Sunday.|
|Chris H does his best celebrity chef impression|
|Andy and James enjoying the festive feast|
|In need of some therapy|
Next week, yours truly has a turn on the Santa Specials... plans are afoot for yet more cooking on the shovel.