Timehop has just reminded me that sixteen years ago we had a G-scale garden railway that started in the basement, went out through a window and circumnavigated the garden. This was in Portland, Oregon. I do not have this any more. Somewhere, somehow, my life has gone badly wrong.
It's revealing to me that these are the only photos I have of this set-up. I was immensely proud of all this but I only bothered with these pictures in the basement and the only shots I have outside (and there are only two of them) were taken by my Dad. So much of everything went un-photographed before they put cameras in our phones.
