RYE & CAMBER TRAM

RYE & CAMBER TRAM

It was Sunday and Weeks had the day off so Russell decided to catch the train down to Compass Point. The line ran close to the end of the unmade track where he lived so it was a short walk to the low wooden platform by the narrow gauge railway line. He stood in front of the simple shelter, waiting for the 10.15. He was whistling Freight Train. Aggie sat obediently at his feet looking up at him in the hope of a treat. Russell kept a supply of her favourite biscuits in his pocket and she didn’t mind at all that they were sometimes covered in fluff or tasted vaguely of cough candy twists.

extract from BLOOD ON THE TIDE

The one time Rye and Camber has long been an inspiration in my modelling, and now in my writing. It plays a key part at Compass Point, which is my interpretation of Rye Harbour. Using artistic licence, I moved the railway from the east bank to the west bank and made it the terminus. In reality Golf Links station, pictured above, was the intermediate station between Rye to the north and Camber Sands to the south.

The railway lasted from 1895 until 1939 when the Government took it over and used it for supplying materials for the PLUTO pipeline. After the war when they returned it the line was in such a parlous stated that it was scrapped

Apart from some track set in concrete, all that is left is the Golf Links station building. Sadly, it is now used as a store by the golf club. Even sadder, the weather vane features a golfer, when it should be a locomotive. You might have guessed I'm not a fan of golf.

LIGHTS, CAMERA....

LIGHTS, CAMERA...

DI Sonny Russell's railway carriage home

A slight change in direction with this post. It may not be commonly known that the series of DI Sonny Russell crime novels were inspired by a model railway. For my sins, I model narrow gauge railways - the sort of quirky backwater affairs that were built when there wasn't the cash for a standard gauge railway. 

Gull's eye view

My inspiration, for several layouts, has been the Rye and Camber Tram, a three foot gauge line that ran for all of 1 3/4 miles from just outside Rye and ended up in what is now the Rye Golf Club. It lasted from 1895 until 1939 when taken over by the government to carry parts for the PLUTO project. After the war it was so run down that it was sold for scrap. Al that is left is the intermediate, Golf Links station building a some track set in concrete. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rye_and_Camber_Tramway

A visit we made in the centenary. 

Anyway, back to the title of this blog. I took the layout to an exhibition last Saturday. This was the first time that the extension - a definite nod to the R&CT - was to be exhibited. All went well until I tried turning on the lighting. The original LED light pipe over the main Compass Point board worked but the new one over the Shinglesea Halt extension failed. Fuses and connections were checked, to no avail, so that end of the layout remained unlit. However, people commented that it gave it a moody feel and it looked like a storm was brewing.

A storm is brewing over Shinglesea Halt

I returned home, ready to fire off a letter of complaint. Imagine my surprise  - and embarrassment - when I checked the light one last time and found a concealed switch on the body! Now I can choose between a moody or sunlit sky.

Compass Point

BRONZE - my life as a sculptor

BRONZE

my life as a sculptor

Life-size bronze head

Before I turned my hand to garden design, and then writing novels, I worked as a potter, mouldmaker and modeller. I'd always modelled things - houses, robots, racing cars etc, etc, but never human figures so decided to remedy that. I found an evening class in East Grinstead, so once a fortnight, I would drive over there and spend three and half hours, modelling in clay from a live model. 

Bronze seated man

I found it challenging, stimulating and totally absorbing. When finished the clay could just have been fired to make the sculpture permanent, but, with my contacts, I was able to have several pieces made in cold-cast bronze.

The first, was a small figure of a seated man. In the process of sculpting it, I learned a lot about how fabric falls and folds. The second was a 2/3rds lifesize female figure and the third a full-size head. I loved the classes, taught by a superb sculptor, Babette Adrian, and learned a terrific amount about the human form.

2/3rds life-size bronze.

STORMY WEATHER

STORMY WEATHER

SHINGLESEA

Detective Inspector Sonny Russell was thoroughly fed up with the weather. He’d been sitting in his railway carriage home for two days, watching the rain batter the windows and listening to the wind howl round the stove chimney like a banshee. Fierce gusts had thundered against the little structure, causing the very fabric to shudder. The storm had been relentless for so long he was starting to get stir-crazy. Apart from opening the back door to collect a scuttle of coal from the bunker and to let Aggie, his little Jack Russell, out for a quick trot round the garden, he had stayed tucked up indoors, the stove pumping out comforting heat, while he read, listened to music and dozed.

extract from BLOOD ON THE STRAND soon to be published

COMPASS POINT

Living by the sea I'm very well aware of subtle changes, and not so subtle changes in the weather. I regularly check the weather forecast although I can often sense when a change is coming. The Met office is most sophisticated now but I'm interested in the way that we were warned in the past about forthcoming storms. Fascinated enough to incorporate a signal mast into my narrow gauge railway layout, Compass Point, which was the inspiration for my DI Russell series of crime novels. On the mast a figure is hauling up a storm cone.

STORM CONES

These cones, made of canvas and rope, were used to warn sailors and mariners of expected storms and gales. 

Also, a slightly simpler system of flags was used. Neither as elaborate as modern methods, but interesting and useful, nonetheless.