Dreaming Spires Rally 2005
from the article by Sue Mulford in Link No. 206, Autumn 2005
Visitors
had already begun to arrive and get settled in. After we had unloaded the car,
the caravan and the van of food and beer and everything bar the kitchen sink,
the station had to be turned into a temporary CLEAN kitchen and food preparation
area which took some doing. Wouldn't it be nice to have a proper kitchen?
We had invited several local model clubs but all had been unable to attend.
We were therefore surprised at the arrival of the Oxford Model Flying Club on
Saturday morning but were pleased to see them none the less. Chris Kelland used
one of the gazebos for his all day BBQ. Water and lights were rigged up the main
tent and we were all ready.
Geoff Stait was parked in his Reeves van along with
Malcolm Bason selling second hand tools etc and the Shiny Metal Men (Keighley
Metals). Some friends of Keith Marr showed some old motorbikes in the area by
the carriage sheds. It was good to see so many of our members turn up as well
- just over forty. For the first time we had decided not to provide an evening
meal but had arranged a fish & chip supper from The Mediterranean Fish Bar in
Headington. I had been worried about this all day - hoping they would be OK
and more importantly would they be ready on time. We took orders for 41 suppers
and I rang them through. Denis went to collect them and I needn't have worried.
All went well and the food was superb and more importantly no clearing up
afterwards.
After the supper Denis gave a small speech thanking every one
for attending and also pointing out that we are celebrating our fiftieth
year as a society. I had made a huge cake which a friend iced for me with
our logo on. The first cut in the cake was made by mum and dad as they were
two of the oldest members present. Some engines were still going when it got
dark - they had lights fitted and just kept on running. Ron and Tony's
signalling came into it's own in the dark and really looked impressive.
The rain didn't ease until late in the afternoon, by which
time many of our visitors had left each taking with them a mug to commemorate
our fiftieth year as a society (see below). We still had wet tents to
dismantle. We waited and waited hoping for the weather to clear and finally
it did but the tents were all soaking wet. We spread them out every time
the sun broke through the clouds but were interrupted by showers. At last
there was nothing else for it but to put things away wet and get them out
again the following weekend if it was dry. Dad took one of the big tents
home and had it draped around his garden all week and we had a gazebo spread
over the garden furniture and wet shoes hanging on the washing line!