Fiddle yard envy

 

I felt a pang of envy at Doncaster. 

Waiting to get started with a photo shoot on the Friday evening, I watched the guys putting stock in the fiddle yard, and remembered when that was me.

Back in the days when I was an exhibitor. You turned up, moved the layout to your allotted space and set up. The layout was your little world for the duration of the show. You were responsible for everything in that world, but nothing else.  

I'm not really sure what I yearned for at that moment. Maybe things were simpler then. As a regular exhibitor, you went through the same actions at every show. As long as things went well, it was a whole load of fun. Playing trains to an audience, being told what you've built is amazing. Sometimes being asked interesting questions about the prototype, or how you've made a particular model.  

Dunno. But I definitely felt it.