"Give me back my garden or finish the railway"the Woman of the House cried, frustrated at the lack of progress in that department over previous years.
"Build us a station and prune the plants" was the quick retort.
Never one to resist a challenge (and secretly quite enthusiastic) she immediately called a board meeting where, after various ideas later, it was decided that the station would be, as near as possible, a scaled down version of their own house Rookery Cottage.
Delegation being her middle name she sent her son up the ladder to get dimensions, and utilise his mathematical and draughtsman skills to draw up plans in 1/19th scale.
Her husband was despatched to the garage/shed to make hundreds of tiny concrete bricks. (He just happened to have a selection of moulds purchased many moons ago when he used to build castles etc for their, then very young, sons to play with. Nothing has changed, just the sons got older!). Very shortly they had sufficient stocks for building to commence.
Being winter and COLD and the woman being a hot weather plant, construction took place indoors on a portable base. She used waterproof tile cement to fix the bricks together and the external walls quickly went up, leaving holes for the doorways and windows in all the right places and to scale.
Progress slowed somewhat when the 'planners'decided interior rooms were needed to match the ones in the big house. Although structurally the same, the rooms would be used for waiting room, ticket and parcel offices, toilets etc and furnished accordingly. Nothing but the best for this garden rail and its passengers and staff.
Several months later, after some breaks in construction to pursue other interests, the shell of the station was looking good with walls up to the roof. Wooden glazed windows and doors, made by the husband, were installed and painted, and the interior walls were fixed in place on the ground floor. The interior of the building was then painted white, the floors were painted to resemble tiles, and fireplaces , furniture, fittings and people were inserted into the waiting room, ticket and luggage office and the station started to come to 'life'.
Before the ceiling and first floor interior walls were fitted into position the son wired up the rooms and put in lights. Is there no end to his talents! These were to be powered by a battery
concealed in a lean to box positioned on the wall of the building. In the real house this is where the propane gas bottles live that power the central heating etc. The first floor was then carpeted to match the stairs and furnished as offices and a rest room for the Station Master.
Outside the building a small conservatory type porch was erected and this was to be the way into the station from the carpark. A slate roof, brick chimney stack with chimney pots and bargeboard on the gable ends completed the building structure and all that remained to be done was the exterior painting. Several coats of red tile paint with muted browns blended in soon gave the walls an authentic brick like appearance that closely resembled its role model.