It's a bit weird being the same age as old people.

Dapol are delighted to announce the Class 143 and 144 Pacer DMUs in N Gauge. Full details here:

https://www.dapol.co.uk/blogs/news/n-gauge-class-143-class-144-dmu-announcement

Ok... I have some Wills kit parts for a OO thing stuck to RM mag some years ago...

I bought it because I thought the bits might come in handy for N gauge butchery.

Of course, I've lost it! 

Looks like OO. A Wills kit is used.

Unless you had all this stuff to hand it might be cheaper to buy a real bus stop!




Mark

Or taking a leak in the bushes behind the shelter. I hope not, because the fellow at the bus stop looks well heeled...  could be offended! 

must be on their tea break   

Nobody driving the bus, though!

As a humble Breton girl who had only dreamed of such opulence, Eli felt a heady mix of exhilaration and trepidation at donning the finest gown and jewels for the Grand Christmas Ball. But it meant descending the grand staircase on the arm of Giles – her best male friend, the one who stirred her deepest yearnings.

While such aristocratic events were familiar ground for the long-established couple Sylvia and Jeremy, this was frighteningly new territory for the normally reserved Eli. Being welcomed into the highest social echelons sparked unbridled excitement, yet also deep apprehension.

Admiring her stunning figure-hugging midnight blue ballgown simultaneously kindled exhilaration and dread at the prospect of Giles's smouldering gaze raking over her. Picturing herself on Giles's arm, Eli was torn – part of her eagerly embraced this imminent adventure, while another shrank from the unknown.

The mere thought of Giles' presence sets her heart racing with tremulous hope and fragile vulnerability. For his mature features hold an undeniable allure. From the crinkles framing his eyes to the quiet strength in his broad shoulders, his ruggedly handsome qualities beg to be immortalised through Eli's artistic skills. His eyes possess inscrutable depths, mysterious secrets she longs to unravel. Etched lines speak volumes of hard-won wisdom, while his glacial blue gaze harbours intriguing complexity. Those perceptive eyes seem to miss nothing, yet the scar across his forearm is a silent testament to battles overcome.

Yet, beneath that severe yet confident exterior and reserves of quiet resilience, Eli senses profound vulnerability that evokes indescribable yearnings – to be truly seen and known on that soul-deep level she shares with Sylvie but with him.

In the serene confines of her studio, Eli and Giles share late nights, sipping wine, indulging in food, and losing themselves in music. Here, amidst their laughter and camaraderie, she finds refuge from vulnerability and fear is but a distant memory. Yet during their time together, Eli detects a profound undercurrent—an unspoken connection that transcends mere friendship, in the tremor in his voice when uttering her name and the way his hands linger during their goodbye hugs.

Giles, with his thoughtful eyes and quiet strength, stirs undeniable emotions within Eli—emotions she cannot fully name. When he looks at her, his pale blue eyes convey a mix of intensity and vulnerability. She envisions a love that goes beyond friendship—a love that unravels her soul, laying it bare. It is an intimate dance, leaving her yearning for more. Each brush of their fingertips sends electric currents through her veins. And when he speaks her name, his voice low and intimate, it sends shivers down her spine, echoing the longing within her heart.

Tonight, every movement, each locked gaze, would be heavy with unspoken passion. To cross that borderline between confidants and lovers risked overturning her world. Fear clung to Eli's heart like ivy. What if confessing her love for Giles disrupted her profound friendship with Sylvia, the haven that, along with her time with Elaouen, had transformed her from a fearful naive girl into a self-confident woman? The friendship of these two women was the bedrock upon which her self-actualisation had been painstakingly built. Crossing that threshold risked everything she shared with Sylvia – their friendship, their business, and the comfort of familiar boundaries. Yet, these relationships had transformed her, readying Eli to boldly explore her needs and desires.

Eli fears the unknown – what if their love was a tempest leaving only wreckage? What if it consumed them, allowing no return to the life before?

So, Eli danced on the precipice, her heart alternately beating with longing and caution. She wanted Giles to see her depths, to hear the unspoken words hanging between them. But she also feared the vulnerability of their tentative connection, the irrevocable change passion brings.

In quiet moments, she imagined entwined hands, laughter echoing through sun-dappled gardens, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. But reality's weight tugged at her—their unspoken history balanced against their shared laughter and the way Giles knew her better than any man.

This evening, she determined to steel herself to make that leap into the unknown, understanding that loving such a man was not a threat but an invitation. No longer would she remain suspended between longing and fear, caught in the delicate dance of friendship with possibility. Tonight, she would embrace the unknown with Giles.

Haha! Isn't that a cool looking model, though. Looks OO, maybe even O?

@Bealman

Hey George,

Just in case you can't get out this winter and you end up missing the bus stop, BRM has this in the June edition.   

Mark