Late arrival
Or, missing the train
I keep meaning to tell the tale of one of the most optimistic heritage railway passengers I’ve ever seen.
A homage to loading screens.
Or, missing the train
I keep meaning to tell the tale of one of the most optimistic heritage railway passengers I’ve ever seen.
In which we have a trip out by train
Never mind “Spring Bank Holiday”: it’s June, and it feels like it’s summer already: last weekend, we had a day at the beach, and both ended up horribly sunburned. As shorts aren’t an option for work, I winced every time I moved my legs. Yesterday: a bank holiday weekend, and beautiful sunshine again, so we went off for a cream tea and a steam train ride.