Photo copyright: Maggie May
As I said in my last post, my daughter came to visit with the grandsons at the weekend as she had promised to take the boys to a special exhibition at the Great Western Museum in Swindon.
When my son knew she was going to do this, he decided to take the girls too. So of course, that meant a trip for me.
It was a very rainy day, so it seemed to be a good idea to go to a museum and stay in the dry.
It is about an hours journey, but when we got there, we found that it took almost as long to park the 2 cars. That really was a very bad experience and was not thought out properly. Just not enough space for so many people and everyone was getting so irate trying to find a parking space.
No, I wasn't lying on a track! There was a stairwell that let us walk under this train.
The steam engines were huge and mighty and reminded me of how I used to ride on them when I was a young child, because that was all there was then. They were extremely noisy and probably dirty, but they were always exciting to travel on.
When a steam train thundered into a railway station every one would know about it. As a child they seemed very scary...... like dragons spewing out smoke and steam and needing to be fed continuously with coal.
It was fun walking underneath the engine and being able to see all the workings below.
The children had a very good time and I found it fascinating too, even though it was my second visit there so I knew what to expect.
It was like going back in time, for me.
When we got home, it was still raining.
