Well, folks, today we had our village fete - and it was a cracker. The weather was gorgeous and the locals and not so locals turned out in droves. In fact mrs tac and I have never seen such a well-populated fete since we've been hereabouts.
I had a bunch of 6ft folding tables from the local sports club, and the loan of a 12ft square gazebo, for which I, as a former redhead, was profoundly grateful. On the tables I set up 24 feet of 45mm track, and ran live steam and battery electric for four hours.
During that time, I guess that I was more or less surrounded by young children, not one of whom were burnt or mangled or even bruised by the rather large items trundling up and down the line, including an all-metal Accucraft K27.
In other words, they were great. Lots of question were axed, mostly sensible, and the dwongish ones were usually ridiculed by their pals in any case for asking stupid questions in the first place.
But here's a thing, take it as you will. There were many examples of the Justin Bieber hairstyle yoof wombling around, mostly on cells, I hafta say. But not ONE of them even looked at the the largest display of garden trains that had ever been shown publicly in the twin villages. Too interested either in each other, or in twitchfacing, I guess.
Their loss, IMO.
tac