The station where the trip starts and ends.
Turning the engine.
The driver waves to us as he steams past, on his way to pull the train from the other end.
Me getting windblown!
Claire, not at all windblown.
Me again.
This engine is called Mad Bess, after Mad Bess Woods, which you can see in the background.After a chilly grey Saturday, Sunday was bright and sunny and my oldest friend Claire, who I met on my first day at primary school in Liverpool when we were five, was here for the weekend. We chose to go to Ruislip Lido in Middlesex, and after doing the two-mile walk around the lake, we took a trip on the little steam train. It was wonderful, full of families having fun. At the end of one circuit, the driver gets out so that the engine can be turned, then it chugs along a parallel track and is reattached at the other end of the train, so it can be pulled back to the station. It was one of those perfect days, and we also saw lots of interesting wildlife - damsel flies, baby moorhens and a very hairy caterpillar!
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Glad you had a good day after your recent trials with the medical stuff. Those mini-trains are kind of sweet.
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