Jack and Katrina's Place

After a bit of wait for everyone to get on board and stop milling around, we watched from the overbridge as it chuffed towards us. As they opened the cylinder cocks to clear the cylinders for starting, it hissed and chuffed into a mighty cloud of steam and Guy squealed with delight. Then we walked back down the empty Sunday morning platform, Guy running and jumping with the joy of being a small boy in such a big quiet open space.

Having got up well before Katrina's weekend breakfast time, we found a cafe with coffee and bagels and a handy little enclosed child play area. Guy can say 'bay-gel, bay gel' and comes wandering over to bite off a chunk without using his hands, a bit like feeding a little penguin in a pen. A three year old girl turned up and took quite a interest in Guy. Here he is leaning on the bar of the play pen, eating a chocolate fish, trying to look urbane and not like the little train-spotter that he is. His cool demeanour didn't last for long though, when we got home , it was time for a full on Thomas and Percy Fest.