Blissful Ignorance…
In the kindest possible way, James is a bad influence on me! After years of skittish flitting from one project to another, only briefly interrupted by a single successful exhibition layout, recent workings towards Butley Creek (or whatever it's called) seemed to represent a period of relative calm. However, bubbling away beneath the surface was a perverse desire to model something American , which I have been battling to suppress since I first came across Coalbridge Street. It is perhaps a relief that the usual EMD GP-whatever and 500 boxcars does little for me, given my current living situations. However, there was something about that little GE 44t that crawled underneath my skin. Larkrail, my first in-person encounter with the layout, was poison enough (especially as I gazed over at James - cool, collected, and relaxed, as I battled to untangle a chain of hapless wagons from the end of my pen torch). Uckfield, my first hands-on experience of the genre, proved the final straw! T...