As well as the broken Annie, Ian also kindly gave me a couple of battered Playmobil wagons. One of them was a Shell tanker, the body of which has found a home outside the (dog food?) factory opposite the end of Gooey station. It's been made less ....... errrrrrrrr ........ colourful by a few wafts with a rattle can.
Imagine the look of delight on Alison's face when I showed her the latest addition to the garden was a manky old oil tank

. Reminds me of the late, great Peter Jones - he wasn't content with the odd manky oil tank. His garden contained huge smelting works and coking plants that featured flame effects and disco smoke machines belching out clouds of clag. He said he caught his wife looking out of the kitchen window one day and a tear was appearing in her eye. Awwww, bless

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These chassis have appeared in the goods yard too. Nobody (including me) appears to know what they were or what they might be used for, but it's the sort of thing you see on preserved railways all the time. When everyone else is looking out of the carriage window at the rolling hills, river, fields etc., I'm quite often looking the other way at all the skanky stuff rusting in a siding.
Apparently, the wife sometimes worries that I might be a weirdo?????

