I decided that I should started ballasting:
But I have decided not to glue the ballast in place, since I don’t want problems when later the track needs to be lifted (worst case when the executors of my will need to dispose of it). I am hoping that it will stay in place anway. If not, then some repair work will be done. Fortunately Iave the ideal equipment to deliver more ballast to anywhere it is needed.
Loading up:
and delivery:
and uploading:
The ballast is chicken grit.
My father gave me these two figures- supposedly Lesley and our granddaughter Everlee. , waiting patiently for their train.
We can hear their conversation:
Everylee: Nana! Is this our train?
Nana: “I’m not sure. There are no timetables here!”
well….let’s see what happened:
Everlee: “Since the train didn’t stop I think we shoudl have taken the other one”
I thought I would finish with a video of the goods train waending its way through the indoor station. Note the lovely wiggle through the points, and the hopefully relistic sqeakgin adn rumbling, in addition to the puffing.
Proof of the pudding 
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