Exiting...

...and the (not) Fat Controller.

1940's weekend at the station up the road today, so I wandered up this morning.

For the avoidance of doubt I wasn't period correct dressed for the occasion as many were.

An extra, of the (not) Fat Controller, which won't persist when I run out of extras as the year rolls on as it's just a snap. The plastic pigeons always make me smile though whenever I visit.