More trains!
These two are too similar to include both. I prefer the second one but the guy on the left really irritates me but I lack the chops to remove him, so he stays, and I stay dissatisfied. Life is like that sometimes.
Adults are even allowed in the cockpit (do they call it that on a train?). You don't have to use your "oh my child would love to have a look!" ticket. You can just say "I am an adult and I want to look at the fire and all the levers and pipes please" and they let you.
Sometimes I'll take a picture that reminds me of Martin Parr in some way. I don't really know why, and it probably seems pretty conceited but there you go. This picture looks like everyone is perfectly random. Not real random; like I staged them this way.
We went back to the Bluebell railway. I do love it there. It feels like an impossible thing now, to have a full-sized model railway you can just go on. Everyone there is so friendly as well.
Lots of trainspotters today. I think I'd like to go and find some strategic trackside position to take pictures. Something very aesthetically pleasing about a steam train storming through the countryside billowing steam with wreckless abandon. Feels very human.
- Listening
Bad Omens - THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND