I'm always conscious that at times this must come across as an armchair modeller's blog. I salve my conscience by reminding myself that it would be nice to have the time to be an armchair modeler. In fact put me in an armchair at the moment and the only thing I'm likely to do is fall asleep.
I'm writing this in a bar in Melbourne. I think it is Monday but to be honest the last ten days are a blur of cattle class travel, hotel rooms, meetings and presentations. I lost my voice five days ago but the show goes on. It will be another four days before I see home again. Unfortunately the trip home involves around 40 hours without a bed.
On the other hand I'm having the time of my life. I've just got off this vintage Melbourne tram.
Yesterday I managed to persuade some of the leading minds of my industry that they wanted nothing better than to take a major detour so I could take a handful of pictures of the Puffing Billy.
On Friday I delivered a speech in front of $200m worth of classic cars.
I've even seen and filmed a platypus.
This trip had been dominating my life for the last four months. It has taken a lot of planning by a lot of people and a lot of panicking by me that I've tried to hide from everyone else involved. The pressure to get it right has been enormous and more than once I've suffered from imposter syndrome.
Carefully crafted PowerPoints have been thrown into the WPB at the last minute and replaced by improvised and impassioned talks designed to address the needs of the audience and some how it has all come together.
Can you see where I'm going with this
Yep, it is a bit like building a layout.