A pleasant, dry, and temperate day here in Wirksworth. This brought out quite a large number of passengers to sample our choice selection of trains, as well as admire our random sales tables and gazebos. Not only
were we running the Duffield and Ravenstor lines, but the Bob Gibbens Special was operating from platform one with experience guests chuffing and whistling their way to Wash Green and back.
Down the yard, the DMU team carried on with a variety of curious maintenance tasks, which appeared to be largely associated with finding out how many men it was possible to get into a DMU toilet. Stokes enterprises also addressed the pit with a shovel.
Much the same was happening with the PDLG and the class 33, although the preferred confined space in that vehicle appeared to be the generator room and the entire population of South Yorkshire.
A most satisfactory day was had in the general area of the till, and this important news was conveyed to the parlour of the Malt Shovel by the Marketing Department's new secure communications system, the Dog-o-Gram. This ensures that the Americans can't read our emails, but tends to take longer as the dog likes to lick people on the way.
All the best,