Sunday, 22 November 2020

Going down.

 Thirty foot. Twenty. Ten.  Brace yourselves!

         Flaps fully down, engine throttled back to barely above stalling speed,  

Roger Cuddlesworth fought to balance the torque of the single engine and the gusting wind.

Both wheels touched together. running smoothly across the packed sand.

Then disaster struck, a patch of soft sand or perhaps a rock, one wing pitched into the sand and the aircraft started to spin.

   Roger fought to control the aircraft, preventing it from flipping over and finally came to a standstill, half sunken in the waters of the English Channel.

     As the aircraft came to a halt, rocking gently in the waves, Roger Cuddlesworth, his face pale and his jaw clenched against the pain, ordered everybody out.

    Lieutenant FitzWindsor, being nearest to the door, was first out, he appeared unhurt, but his companion, Lieutenant Lovesett was bleeding badly from a scalp wound.

    With room to manoeuvre, Clara set about splinting the Colonels obviously broken leg, assisted by Greeves, his useless arm tucked into his jacket.

   "What about you Roger" She asked.

   " Not too good " He responded. "Arms are pretty useless, and I think I`ve cracked a few ribs"

    A new face appeared at the door, A farmer, working nearby, with a young lad, about twelve, alongside Lieutenant FitzWindsor. Together they got the Colonel out and into the dunes, returning to tend to the pilot.

    Clara had barely started to strap Rogers arms, when an attractive brunette, incongruously dressed in a black evening gown suddenly appeared to help her.

   Together the two young ladies attended to Rogers injuries, interrupted only by the arrival of an ambulance from nearby Nouvion. Closely followed by the local Gendarmerie.

    As the convoy moved away to the local hospital, Roger looked back at the aircraft, It was obvious she would never fly again, He,with a bit of luck, would.

    They always said a Good landing was one you could walk away from.

Thursday, 19 November 2020

Small 'colonial' train ....

 The scratch-built rolling stock painted up and a small setup shown below, that could feature as part of a story line or game ...

the train awaits its passengers ...

and a suitable story/game scenario....

Tuesday, 17 November 2020

Flight into Danger

 Or How I learnt what happened next.

This is very much an exercise in questions, answers and probability.

  • Does the sabotage work?  Probability high.
  • Where and when? 
  • Between London and the coast / Over the channel / in France?
  • Can they land? 
  • Where? 
  • Safely? 
  • Is anyone injured?
  • Can it be mended? 
  • How long will it take?


      Our intrepid party, sat back in their seats,.The men, ex- military, were already settling to sleep, only Cuddles the pilot and Clara remained awake.

     Clara sat gazing down at the Kent countryside worrying about her father and wondering what lay before them. 

     Flying officer Cuddlesworth seemed relaxed, but his eyes flicked constantly between the horizon, his instruments and the sun. Too many hours spent over the trenches had left their mark.

    Over the channel now, a brief stop in Northern Italy to refuel, then on to the Greek island of Pathos, before flying on to Cairo.

    His eyes lingered on the gauges, both Oil pressure and Starboard Engine temperatures were creeping up.

     As they rose steadily into the red, he made his decision, too far to turn back, the only hope lay in reaching the French coast. He feathered the engine. The plane would still fly, but a forced landing would be tricky.

    The change in engine noise roused the men and Cuddles explained his plan to land on the sandy beach dimly seen ahead.

     Getting closer he could see that the tide was out. The Lady was still at his shoulder.

    Turning as close as possible into the wind they made their final approach, there was little room for error, only a narrow strip of firm sand between waves and dunes.

To be continued........

Railway track and ballast ....

The scheme I settled on for track is to use standard OO/HO track pieces (secondhand pieces bought on Ebay and at Toy&Train fairs), on cardboard with a surface made of printed ballast effect paper.

a couple of sections done to try out the idea...
enough done to go diagonally across the game table...

If action for games ends up in UK (maybe part of the Professor in trouble series), then I have got a railway station and some suitable rolling stock

I will make up some more generic track pieces, curves, turnouts etc; then after that make any extra pieces up I need for specific scenarios.

Monday, 16 November 2020

Colonial Station ....

A quick build station ...

I had some MDF side pieces from a broken up box folder, these were just right for a low platform. Along with a suitably painted old Triang station building 

To finish of the platform pieces I covered them with a neutral slightly patterned grey paper sheet and did some edging in strips of pale stone paper sheet

now I need to make the track sections up; the overall ethos for these railway scenics is to be representative of the prototype - but not detailed models.

Sunday, 15 November 2020

Small train for adventure games etc (WIP)

 I've been building up a few pieces of railway rolling stock to use in adventure games; target area is desert/arid or jungle - so need to make them as generic as possible.

I had a large'ish HO tank loco which looks suitable; I bought some cheap wagons off Ebay and discarded the tops and kept the underframes..

I lengthened one of them to provide an underframe for a 4 wheel coach and built up the others with scribed cardboard to make two flat wagons and a van.
Basic detail added to flat wagons and van using thin card and thick paper. Coach sides and ends added..
fudged up some steps and end detail for the coach using some spare suitable bits of plastic
A roof for the coach, and a little train setup on ordinary OO/HO model railway track
I have a selection of track to play with, would be nice to have it ballasted; also a small station would be handy - something to work on....

Saturday, 31 October 2020


 Throughout the early hours the phone lines around Limehouse were alive as information trickled in and plans were changed.  Watchers were in place at all ports and airfields in the vicinity tasked with spotting and stopping the Colonel and his party.

        Wun Lo found himself a good observation spot in a small storage shed at the small airfield at Heston, just a few miles from London. He had made contact with two Tong members employed as cargo handlers and the three watched for signs of Colonel Coleman, his servant, a girl of about 25, and possibly four others.

As the first streaks of Dawn lit the airfield he raised his binoculars and scanned the buildings opposite.
Two men could be seen in conversation by one of the hangers and some early passengers could be made out waiting in small groups.
But nothing to raise his suspicions.

A small group appeared between two of the buildings, he studied them carefully.

Two men came into view further along. Possibles.
They would bear watching.

As the light strengthened, more people could be seen moving about and gathering in small groups, so far nothing to raise his suspicions.

The aircraft by the nearest hangar was obviously being prepared for departure, final pre-flight checks were being carried out.

Wun-Lo scanned the passengers, Was that young lady in red the missing Clara Loft?

Then from around the corner he spotted them, an obviously military man, his butler and a young girl.

Quickly he signalled Chang and instructed him to stop the party. Warning him to take no actions that would alert the Authorities. He would telephone Si-Lo and alert him to the facts.

Chang set off to sabotage the flight, approaching the ground crew carrying out the final visual inspection.

The pilot was still deep in conversation with a gentleman by the hangar doors, hopefully he would remain distracted whilst Chang did his work.

Meanwhile the Colonel and his party were making their way to the aircraft. Other travellers stood chatting

As the Colonel and his party approached the hangar no one was paying attention to Chang and he quickly got closer to the aircraft.

His hand went into the cover of the Starboard  engine and emerged a few moments later covered in oil.

               On the other side of the airfield Wun-Lo had finished his phone call, and was waiting for the reinforcements promised by Si-Lo.

Information ha d reached Si-Lo earlier as to the identity of  'Cuddles'
Apparently a war hero of some note, Captain Cuddlesworth and his two wingmen, Berty and Auburn ran a small operation from Heston airfield.   Steps were taken to abduct the flyer and discover what was known.   All available Tong members were occupied and he was forced to call on Maleficient and his group of thugs.  He did dislike them, no sense of social mores and subtlety was beyond their comprehension, but needs must.

The group was even now parked on the airfield perimeter road, finalising their plans.

The band of heroes had all arrived at the aircraft and were busy climbing into their seats.

Lord Fisher had briefed Cuddles on what he had learned and would remain behind to learn more.

Chang moved around behind the aircraft, his work not yet finished.
Picking up a spanner from the floor he approached the tailplane.

                                  The engines started, 'Cuddles scanned the instruments. Oil pressure a little high, not seriously so but he would keep a careful eye on it.
Releasing the brakes, he moved forward.

And stopped, Ailerons were very stiff, he climbed out to check.

Behind the hanger the Malificent seven were approaching.

`````whilst Cuddles and the ground crew looked over the aircraft, the thugs were creeping closer.

Cuddles and Lord Fisher spotted the problem and removed the rogue spanner, freeing the controls.

The thugs were creeping ever closer, they could hear the engine ticking over, a quick rush and they could seize the pilot.

As they rushed forward, the engine note deepened as the aircraft began to move off down the taxiway.

Just a few seconds too late they could only watch as the aircraft began its takeoff.

Spotting Wun and Chang they moved forward to confer.

Learning that Lord Fisher was still there, it was decided to capture him instead.
Under interrogation he would be certain to tell all.

His Lordship stood writing in his notebook.
1. Check newspaper archives for any references or information on the six rulers.
2. Contact 'The Leprechaun' in Dublin, if anyone knew more it would be him.
Most people had at least heard of Raffles, the gentleman thief, but few even suspected the existence of an Irish master of the art.

He had no chance to continue, an Oriental approached. His hand in his pocket  obviously holding a revolver

His fist shot out and his would be assailant fell to the ground,   hearing footsteps behind, his lordship spun round,  another Oriental.
A nearby group of vicars could only watch as the two rapidly overpowered the one.

And bundled him away to a waiting van.

They were still standing in shock and amazement when a young voice spoke.

' Excuse me Reverends, could you please tell me precisely what just happened here'

There will be more, 
What, has yet to be determined. The story has taken control.

Will Changs sabotage mean the end for our heroes?
Will Lord Fisher escape?
What is that young man up to?.
Who was that Masked Man?

Does anybody care?