Further apologies are due for not posting lately, but again I feared that multiple images of a myriad holes might become a bit of a boring subject?!
With no practical information for the originals to hand, other than a few inconclusive photographs, the precise design of the carriage footwell has been vexing me throughout the process. The most significant problem for me is that the floor slats, (surprisingly narrow, though sensibly gapped to permit free flowing drainage) appear to be simply hung from the bottom edge of the timber side and end walls... and with the whole structure suspended very close to the rail heads, there does not seem to be anywhere near enough clearance for additional support beneath.
While the single drawing suggests that those originals were to be provided with side walls made from wide, but fairly shallow timber planks, (something similar in proportion to old fashioned floorboards?) the lack of availability, let alone suitability of most current material equivalents led me to accept plywood sheet as a viable alternative. That decision may, or may not prove to have been a wise one?!
Nevertheless, the thought of a fully grown adult, even momentarily placing their entire weight on a single point during each entry or egress, and relying solely on the vertical grip of a couple of screw threads filled me with foreboding. A solid piece of grained timber might just suffice - for a while at least, but driving in from the edge of cheap ply is effectively "end grain", and will therefore certainly not!
After much deliberation, I eventually came to the conclusion that my only realistic option in this case was to break with the prototype, (visually anyway) and fit steel angles along the inside of slightly extended (depth wise) walls... and upon which the floor planks could firmly rest. The fixing screws would only then be required to act as retainers.
Amongst so many other pending tasks, attaching such steel sills with sufficient screws - and as invisibly as practically possible has proved to be a rather tiresome trial!
Whew"

I do admit to making a bit of a song and dance of the construction methodology... (huh?) but leopards and spots spring to mind!
My "jammy" account - as well as the pecuniary - seems to have become seriously depleted; as whilst I already carry some appropriate thickness of plywood in stock... this time not one piece was of sufficient proportion or quantity. I had to... gulp... and this makes me feel wobbly just thinking about it... go out and
buy some more!
Oooh 'eck!
All I could get was a great
big sheet - which wouldn't fit in anyone else's car... or a
small one that would.
Incorrigible as always aren't I?
Unfortunately, that small one was still not quite big enough though!
After dividing equally and cutting the sheet into three long strips, I found that I was a quarter of an inch short on depth.
"No matter" I thought; as I still have some square strip wood left over from forming the tramline flangeways... and besides, it would surely be a damned good idea to have a clean, non splintering top edge to the footwell anyway?!
It turned out... you guessed it... that I didn't have quite enough to go all the way round.
Yep!
I had to get on the bus and go right back... sigh... to buy some more!
And it came in only one length... that wouldn't fit in that "someone else's" car!
......................
All that before it even got to the point of drilling umpteen holes...
My last hacksaw blade went bang while I was cutting the angle to length... and in the process almost launched me across the workbench.
I still wanted the exterior of the well to appear plain and smooth, so the sills were to be fixed by using short, countersunk M5 machine screws - driven through the ply and into the steel. As I did not want any ends and nuts interfering with the wooden floor slats, I decided to tap each of the twelve holes in the angle... and then once firmly fitted, grind off the protruding threads.
One M5 tap (and nearly me) was completely wrecked doing that!
Then there were twenty four holes to drill through the angle for the six slats... each requiring to be countersunk so that nothing can catch or otherwise snag under the floor.
No less than two countersink bits utterly destroyed, a new one severely damaged, plus several wounds were accumulated before victory could finally be declared!

I just hope this will all be worth it for next season, and no-one will end up falling through?!
Pete.