Tuesday, 17 March 2026

This month in Hornby: The Collector. A lovely vintage (tinplate 0 scale, part one)


Gosh, what a hideously busy start to the year it's been. Multiple projects for multiple mags, which I really can't complain about, but it came at the same time as I was recovering from a little episode with my dicky ticker, and work being absolutely manic.


So... where to start? Ah yes, with the project that keeps on giving, the tinplate 0 scale layout.


Honestly, it does feel like I'm milking this one-trick pony to death (can you milk a pony? I don't know, answers on a postcard to your local vet).

In my defence, this is part one of a two-parter for Hornby, and it needed doing to set the context for the VERY big (in every sense) second part. 


And I did re-write the original article, so I wasn't just banging the same old article out again, and I did a whole new shoot with new trains as well. 


My local model shop, Frizinghall Models, had a load of tinplate Hornby come into stock over the winter, and I relieved them of quite a lot of it. It was too tempting!


Arty Monochrome Shot.


And another.


Thing is, this IS a very relaxing project; after a day of dealing with the technical gremlins, and the high-fidelity medical simulated patients, touch screens, digital connections and so on, it's just nice to have something tactile to interact with. Keys, gears, switches, springs, and whirring mechanisms. Sheer filth.


Screenshots of the digital copies this time; my printed mag is lost in action, probably somewhere in the depth of a sorting office, though I know that Hornby are feeling the pinch at the moment and looking to phase-out printed mags. It'll be a shame, but hey, The Future.


So that's part one. Part two should be following very hard on it's heels, having just been sent off to the editor, and should go some way to explaining the radio-silence on the blog for the last few weeks. Assuming whichever Kremlin Spambotskis that actually read this blog are bothered by my absence, I expect the fur-hat-wearing-heads-in-jars computers trawling for Western data aren't exactly overly taxed monitoring my model-making.