And onto the layout proper. My usual white poster paint wouldn't stick to the hardboard and when the white emulsion came out of the shed to substitute, Mrs. F. decided that this was 'decorating' and stopped practicing her air-rifle work on next door's bird table and insisted on painting the backscene while I placated the community police officer.
The ground formers are obviously cardboard box packed out with screwed up bits of Mrs. F's What Broomstick and covered with heavy duty paper towels.
On different note, I feel I must apologise for the photo in RM this month. They left my prison numbers off the bottom.