It's my birthday next Saturday and my elder daughter gave me an early birthday treat on Friday. We went for a train ride, pulled along by that magnificent engine, the Flying Scotsman!
It was a lovely afternoon. Perfect weather. We were on the Watercress Line. The outing started at Ropley Station where we took the shuttle train to Arlesford, got some excellent coffee plus a sandwich for me and boarded the Scotsman in the front carriage, next to the engine. My goodness, those carriage seats might be ancient but they were so comfortable! As we headed back towards Ropley the younger travellers discovered why, in their childhood, their parents had called a train a choo-choo.
As we choo-chooed along the line we had a marvellous view out the window, interspersed with occasional bursts of steam and the inevitable smuts wafting through the window. Sometimes wearing glasses is a good thing!
The trees were still mostly bare of leaf, increasing the view. Suddenly - a muntjac deer bounded behind a bush. Then came a field with more sheep than I have ever seen in my life in one place. There must have been at least 1000, happily munching on goodness knows what, because the pasture looked like bare earth. I think they were being used to clear the previous harvest's stubble and fertilise the field for new crops.
Then my daughter spotted a badger. Pheasants littered the fields as we passed. Through Four Marks and on towards Alton we went, people waving from the railway bank and at one time followed by a drone. At Alton we popped out to use the "facilities" before the return journey.
The train was a push me - pull you, the Scotsman at our end, a different engine at the other end as there is no turntable at Alton Station. So the old girl chuffed backwards on the return journey. By this time it was getting late and as we headed back it was a magnificent sunset. The smuts turned to sparks. All the way back to Arlesford - and then, because the Engine needed to get to the Engine Shed at Ropley to bed down for the night, we headed back there again.
Truly a Grand Day Out.
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