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Remarkable memories, Mountain Goat.
It is 3:30 in the morning, and I finally had the chance to open this large box delivered a week earlier from the UK. It was packed with such care and attention, that had it been tossed from the aeroplane and landed in the yard it could not have been more secure and every remarkable item immaculately intact.
I could model something stupid, like the Santa Fe railway in HO, but what would be the fun in that? These structures are simply not to be had at any cost, locally, and it with great thanks to Sandy that I have come across them at all.
This marvelous collection will occupy a large vacant lot to the South of Henley. My next task is to figure out what would be a reasonably appropriate arrangement, for I have no idea what a British collier would really look like. Of course, Henley had no mineral interests, but the thing of it is to attempt an essence of Britannia, and this rather does it. All I need is to liberally apply some of Steve''s jaggy for a better effect.
Henley dates its origins to 1179, where in my residence of El Paso, the aborigines were living in mud and branch wattles. I can't quite a grip on the actual raison d'etre of Henley. From what I read it seems to have grown around being sort of an administrative center. If anyone has better information, please do share. In the meantime, a spur is being laid in to serve coal production, and an additional, dedicated branch line is being laid in to provide adequate transportation to and from the village proper. Generally reminiscent of Mountain Goat's charming recollections of local rail services.
As to the lovely Toll House, it had to be moved to allow for the new double track extension to go through. In preparing the road bed, large quantities of Iron Age asparagus jars were unearthed. Just joking (as the new HST lines are laid in Britain, troves and troves of history are uncovered at a dizzying pace).
The Toll House is again reflective of my childhood sojourn in this astonishing land, as one of father's chief interests was to motor around the navigable canals of Britain. And some years later, Ireland. The Thames River, such as it is, will either be relocated to the Toll House's proximity, or perhaps acquire a sharp bend to accommodate it.
I had rather intended to holiday in Britain three years ago, just as Covid blanketed the world. Thus far, I remain unscathed, but international travel to see some of this stuff in person has been sharply curtailed.