A trip down memory lane for the two of us today. A day out which involved a bus ride from Ealing Hospital to Greenford Underground Station, where we got a tube to South Ruislip, where we got a train to Beaconsfield. Here we walked down a couple of streets until we found the place we were looking for. Our approach was down a path with high hedges to both sides, a grin of recognition crossed both our faces. I was here in 1971 (sure I came more than once) and Mick was likely to have visited around that time also as Kath his youngest sister is a similar age to me. The hedges seemed high back then and luckily I suspect they have grown as have we!
Bekonscot Model Village was first built in 1929 by Roland Callingham in his garden and it was the first model village to be built in the world. Mrs Callingham made a short but to the point speech in 1928 which suggested that the indoor model railway should go, or she would. It moved outside and the buildings grew with it. Since then it has grown and evolved into what it is today with 1.5acres of village with a huge model railway. At first it was kept up to date with the times, the latest cars, trains and planes, but in 1992 it went back in time to the thirties.
By the time we got there we had to follow the short cut to the toilets so that once relieved we could walk round the site in comfort. This took us past the Engineering building and most importantly the Model Makers Workshop! I wanted to knock on the door and demand that they employed me straight away. But I held back and we started to walk round the bendy paths, between houses, gardens, farms, zoos. You name it and it will be there in some shape or form.
When I was five I loved the houses and the people, perfect for girls who liked dolls houses, although there were only a few that you could look inside. When Mick was ten he loved the trains, perfect for all boys young or old. One building we both remembered was the church with it’s choristers and stained glass. Today we were aware of the shop and company names around the place, something to keep the parents amused.
The ponds, or should I say lakes have koi carp in them, or should I say orange whales! One was racing a yacht and others were reducing the amount of weed on the foundations to the castle walls.
The old peoples home would certainly be privately owned, no council would stump up enough cash for the up keep of such a huge building. At the fair the motorcyclist on the Wall of Death defied gravity by stopping and not tumbling down to the bottom and I wonder how many years the diver has been suspended in mid air above a ring of fire? The fire brigade were trying to put the flames out on a cottage as plumes of smoke arose from the thatch. The coal mine must be the only pit producing coal in the UK now.
0 locks, 0 miles, 3 buses (1 died when we got on it), 2 tubes, 2 trains, 46 years ago, 2 grown up kids, 79324 pissed people, 37 giant whales, 1 big spill, 1 job with my name on it, 1:12 maybe! 2 corny, 2 potatoes, 9 trains, 1 sit on train, 88 years old, 27 degrees, 2 much to see, 335 photos, 1 brilliant day out.