but the engineering work on the Chaseline is still ongoing.
Why does that not surprise me, Jo!

Down here, the last storm we had breached the "Dawlish Wall" yet again, cutting the line between Exeter and Plymouth for a spell whilst they re-ballasted the track, and we have a month of engineering works ongoing at Axminster, again trying to stop the River Axe from flooding the tracks just outside the town …
20/10 - apologies for the lateness of the Ostrich’s week-end sports report (cue “Match of the Day theme, but I’ll spare you the Lineker impersonations

). A persistent head cold developed during last week (seems to happen to me each and every Autumn these days

), and I’m still suffering a bit under it. Additionally, a routine trip to the dentist has led to a further appointment for a “precautionary filling” which has not improved the bird’s demeanour in any shape, manner or form, as he is firmly of the opinion that where dentics are concerned, a bit like with car bonnets, there should be no internal tinkering unless absolutely necessary.
So back to Saturday, and in the light of Ossie’s minor bout of bird flu, I made an unusually sensible decision to forgo my intended long-range trip and stay reasonably local. And thanks to the vagaries of the FA Cup, another of those Step 3 ex-Isthmian League (i.e London-based) sides who now find themselves having to ply their trade in “furrin’ climes” (i.e. Dorset!) were in fact coming to town!
I don’t find Weymouth a particularly easy place to drive around at the best of times, and the actual journey down there was rather fraught as well, because driving into the blinding, low Autumnal sun proved quite troublesome. Moving constantly from dark shade into bright light, with rogue hedgerows and cyclists popping up in front of the car seemingly from nowhere

, it wasn’t a pleasant trip. The main road into Weymouth itself was “improved” at the time of the London Olympics because the sailing events were held there, and now it’s all roundabouts and varying speed limits which can be hard to keep track of (a friend was done for 38 in a 30 limit there a year or so back, so I’m overly cautious now, myself), but I managed to successfully weave my way across to the Granby Estate and therein, the Bob Lucas Stadium. I last visited this ground a couple of seasons ago; the only noticeable change seemed to be the introduction of a number of white, painted “X”’s on the concrete floor in front of various seats in the stand. I am unsure if these are merely targets, designed to assist the aiming of the pigeons in the rafters

, or an indication of just where the rainwater will drip down from the numerous rusted holes in the stand roof …… the metal supports for the bucket seats were all rusting away nicely as well, and I suppose that’s what sea air does for you.

The large main stand still provides fantastic views of the match action and the surrounding countryside (well, from left to tight - junk yard, herd of cows, electricity sub-station, Dorset Police HQ and Custody Suite, and golf course), and the 4 tall traditional corner floodlight pylons make this a classic ground to visit. The other three sides of the pitch merely sport lengths of covered concrete terracing.
This League match had been brought forward to this last weekend from December; as mentioned above, this was possible because both Weymouth and Walton’s scheduled opponents for today were otherwise engaged in the FA Cup.
The Weymouth programme contained no less than three articles in which there were pleas for their hard-core supporters to stop moaning at the team on the pitch, and start encouraging them more.

Given that the Terras (they traditionally play in terracotta and blue shirts) are currently leading the league, you might think that’s a valid point, but the team’s somewhat bland performance today certainly got the “Old Gits” in the crowd in the stand around me ticking a fair bit

- and you could see why. Walton did not look a particularly threatening side, and Weymouth cruised to a 2-0 half-time lead without really having to exert themselves. The first goal on 16m saw Baggie, on the edge of the area, somehow manage to bring down a rather hard-hit cross-field pass, and he then took off in a straight line for the goalmouth, somehow stumbled through three hard tackles on the way, and poke the ball home from close range. The second goal was an incisive strike through the middle by Wakefield (34m).
Weymouth made most of the running in the second half but never really got out of second gear. However, on 70m, the home defence lost the plot somewhat, and after Walton had had a shot initially parried by the keeper, the ball fell to Roberts who had an easy chance to make it 2-1. I was thinking it might make for an amusing finish if Walton could somehow conjure up an unlikely equaliser

, and after 87m, they did just that, Jack Battle slotted in from a right wing cross. The Old Gits were stunned to silence!
But if you are ultimately going to win leagues, sometimes you just have to win ugly, and on 90m, Goodship spared Weymouth’s blushes by literally kneeing in Baker’s cross at the far post. An entertaining enough game, but I’ve seen far better this season.
Chaos trying to get out of the carpark at the end – more than a few eejit drivers were behaving as if it were a mass rolling-start in a Formula 1 race.

Relieved to get out unscathed and back on the main road out of town.
Evo-Stik League South – Premier South (Step 3): Weymouth 3 Walton Casuals 2
Admission £8 (concession), parking £2, half-time draw ticket 50p.
Programme: £2 (44pp b+w with colour advertising, a lot of content and quite a decent read.)
Teamsheets: 30p, on sale from the club office from around 2:30. It also might have helped if they had been accurate …
Refreshments: A Pukka Pie, £3. The one in the black foil container, which is purported to be steak, although I’ve always regard the chunks in the gravy as “indeterminate”.

And I remember when they used to be £1.10, not all that long ago, either …..
Attendance: 808