A busy scene at Hayles today, with lots of volunteers doing lots of different things. It was sunny and windy, ideal weather for painting, so that's what some of us did.
Right at the beginning, it was time to move the sign for one of our principal sponsors over to the fence, so that we can envisage moving the container. It should be taken away very soon, so that we can tidy up the site.
Talking of tidying the site, the road end is still a bit of a jungle, although we have exposed the GWR bridge rail fence post at the end.
Rick here is having a go at the rest of the vegetation, so that we can clear our fence line and put in a replacement post and rail fence, with a gate in the middle.
A bit further along, a group was shovelling chippings into barrows to beef up the path on the slope, and the rear of the platform, where it was a bit low.
This also gives us the space to build the post and rail fence through here.
B&S also found two 'grandpa' posts for us to use. We noticed on the old photographs that the RIB posts were on such supports, concrete posts in the ground that hold up the wooden ones, which stops the actual posts from rotting in the ground.
Good idea, we'll do that too!
Got to dig deep post holes in stony ground though, a bit of a struggle but we got there.
You're going to say, hey, that RH post is taller than the other one. You weren't going to say that? Well, it is. It's nearly 2ft taller, and the reason for that is that it will hold a hurricane lamp from a metal hook at the top. That was the basic lighting this halt had. Those lamps were brought out from Toddington each day.
Julian was very busy about the site today. Here we see him touching up the white paint on the handrail posts.
He was then seen sweeping the platform. Eh?
That seems a tad OCD cleaners, or is it?
Ahhhhh, it's to have a nice clean, dust free surface to paint the white line along the platform. Well. Julian did have the white paint out.
It's quite a slow job, so today he got about half way, the rest will no doubt follow next week.
This is now our plane observation rail. Did you see it , lads?
Nah, we were just drinking tea.
Great was our joy when Paul came back to see us, after an uncomfortable stay in hospital, now somewhat better.
Paul is almost back to normal, and hopes for a cooked lunch next time are rising. We certainly missed those beefburgers in tiger rolls with ketchup.
Paul was in fine spirits and full of fighting talk, that's how we know him !
Here the guys are putting up the first of the posts for the post and rail fence.
Then the next post, which Paul is holding up, while Peter is shovelling in the concrete. When all was done, the whole thing turned out to be too low, so a lot of pulling took place afterwards. Now it's about OK.
In the background John is sorting out some topsoil for us, while flattening the bank of a pile of dirt we found there.
We had the use of the blue railway truck today. It took away a whole pile of rubbish - there is more - and while it was available, we used it to fetch the gate and the posts for the entrance from the bridleway.
These were given an immediate coat of Creosote, before they are dug in next week.
Here's that gate. Doesn't it look good? Dave has all the bits for it too. That'll go up next week.
Today we had a visitor from Cornwall, who knew all about us from reading this blog. Amazing. He was kind enough to bring us two rolls of chocolate biscuits for next week. They will go very well with tea. A nice example to set, any more out there? We like biscuits, and cake.
Meanwhile Julian, unperturbed, continued to paint his white line.
At the end of the day, freed from paint scraping, Dave P had a go at the tree stumps below the container.
Chop them with an axe, that's right. Give 'em what for.
This was less successful than you might think, as the roots were very rubbery. The ultimate weapon was then selected to finish them off - a chainsaw. That worked.
The chainsaw buzzed as the others looked on in amazement. It's a rather untidy bit below the container, as it is dominated by a sawn off ash tree, which is sprouting again from multiple little branchlets.
The grass has been sown all over the bank, but it won't grow as there is no rain. Several voices have called for rain. You don't hear that very often in an English spring.