As a beginner I would recommend you use a thinner made for oil paints.   I really cannot see the point of choosing enamel thinners. It just introduces another uncertainty. Where you buy your oil paints you will find a dozen oil paint thinners, mediums and solvents alongside to suit gloss, matt, silk, and all sorts of surface finishes. When you have mastered the basic thinned oil paint weathering, then you could experiment with solvents like the Humbrol thinners. When I began I eliminated the major uncertainty, my skill level, by using water soluble gouache. I could correct as I went along. I still use it sometimes when testing out a livery application on a 3D print.

Im confused so just want to carry on about this. On most videos on utube people are using enamel thinners with oil paint, not white spirits. So just to confirm am i correct enamel thinner is perfectly fine to use with oil paint for making washes and thinning it. I was thinking of getting this Humbrol Enamel Thinner. I plan on using oil paints and powders only not enamel paints.

https://www.ngaugeforum.co.uk/SMFN/index.php?msg=825961

I'm way ahead of you

It's helpful to put a link in the Shows section ( with date & postcode in the header! ) and a reference to how many N gauge layouts present

Also a free entry  on UKmodelshops.co.uk will help potential visitors!

Lord Charles leaned back in his high-backed carved oak chair, the intricate details of the woodwork catching the flickering light of the fireplace. His gaze drifted toward the shadows in the corner of the room, a hint of worry etched on his brow. He swirled the "Tullibardine" single-malt whisky in his glass, the movement almost meditative.

"George", he began, his voice low and gravelly, "I've spoken with Huw. I've asked him to gather impressions from everyone currently in the Castle who has had dealings with Miss Silverwood. We must uncover the truth, no matter how unpalatable it may be."

Sir George placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "Never fear. We will get to the bottom of this, Charles. For the sake of your family, friends and associates, and the country's security, we will not fail."

The two men fell silent, each lost in thought as the revelry in the Great Hall continued around them. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a storm brewing on the horizon, threatening to upend the festivities of the Trevelvers and their guests.

As the night wore on, Lord Trevelver found himself unable to fully engage in the revelry. His eyes darted about the Great Hall, studying each guest with renewed attention. Lisa Silverwood was standing near the grand fireplace, her shoulder-length medium-blonde hair gleaming in the flickering light. She was laughing at something the Trevelver's good friend, Lady Emily Trevarnon of Tregonning had said, her posture open and relaxed.

Sir George cleared his throat, returning Charles's attention to their conversation. "Perhaps we've been too quick to judge, old friend. Miss Silverwood's connections to the left-leaning artistic community in Ulm could be entirely innocent."

Lord Charles nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're right, George. We mustn't jump to conclusions without all the facts. By all accounts, Miss Silverwood has conducted herself with the utmost grace and propriety."

Just then, sudden movement near the entrance to the Great Hall caught their attention. Huw, Lord Trevelver's trusted Head Butler, was making his way through the crowd with barely concealed excitement. As he approached, both men could see the relief in his eyes.

"My Lord", Huw said, his voice low and formal, as he approached Lord Charles with an air of urgency, "I've received confirmation from our contact in London. Miss Silverwood's background seems exactly what she stated in her conversations with Giles Roskrow."

Lord Trevelver felt a weight lift from his shoulders. "Excellent news, Huw. Please convey my gratitude to our contact."

As Huw finished relaying his information, Lord Charles furrowed his brow in contemplation. "Is that all? Some left-leaning associations during her time at a design school? Surely, that's not enough to warrant such concern." He let out a heavy sigh, the tension leaving his shoulders.

Sir George placed a reassuring hand on his friend's arm. "It would seem so, Charles. Miss Silverwood is exactly who she claims to be – a gifted graphic designer and artist passionate about her craft." A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "We should not have doubted her so readily."

Lord Charles nodded, his expression one of relief. "You're right, my friend. Our suspicions were unfounded." He clasped Sir George's shoulder, grateful for his steadfast presence.

Sir George leaned in, his voice low and measured. "Charles, in these paranoid times, even the slightest hint of progressive thought can be misconstrued. We must be cautious, but we must also be fair. Remember the spectre of McCarthyism that looms over us."

Lord Trevelver considered his friend's words, a weight lifting from his shoulders as he realised the truth in them. "You're right, of course." He let out a heavy sigh, the tension leaving his body. "It seems we may have let our imaginations run wild."

He paused, the gravity of their situation sinking in. "In these times when fear and paranoia reign supreme—when unfounded accusations of communism have led to widespread suspicion and persecution—even the most innocuous ideas can be twisted and misconstrued."

Lord Charles shook his head, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "We must be more vigilant, but also more discerning. Not every progressive thought is a threat to the established order."

Sir George placed a reassuring hand on his friend's arm. "Wise words, Charles. We would do well to remember that in the days ahead."

Lord Trevelver glanced across the room at Lisa, who stood among the guests, her posture relaxed and her smile genuine. "Miss Silverwood's background in graphic design at the Hochschule für Gestaltung in Ulm is hardly cause for alarm in high places."

Sir George followed his friend's gaze, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I agree. Why don't we speak with the young lady herself, Charles? There is no time like the present, and she appears suitably at ease, does she not?"

Lord Charles nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Indeed. Let us not jump to any more conclusions without hearing her side of the story."

That sounds like a great idea! 

Yeah, now that song on NETE is excellent. 

Quote from: Newportnobby on Yesterday at 09:55:07 PM.......... there's room for all.....................well, except rap  

And disco

As Martin said, each to their own. Like model railways, music is a broad church and there's room for all.....................well, except rap  

Mick, I am afraid that I have struggled a bit with Jethro Tull, I only had "A Witches Promise" as a single and "We Used to Know" on NETE. I saw Ian Anderson (solo) live a few years ago (2009) and after a poor start quite enjoyed the set but he is a bit "marmite" and in your face IMO.

Cheers,

Tim