And so to the real trains

Wind and rain pushed us to the great hall of engineering might. The fab ‘north room’ to which I was directed as I tried to walk Kit to sleep is a piled archive of railway memorabilia including these signs to Scottish destinations. They rather neatly summed up my sense of confusion, desire, doubt and endless but sober constraint and circumspection. In the house hunting epic that is my later years. The boys had no such qualmy misgivings and got stuck into the room of building blocks.