Anyway, we decided to pop down to Bridgnorth today, as the Severn Valley Railway was holding another of its 1940s weekends. We got the last space at the station car park and then managed to get the train to Highley with seconds to spare. I've never seen an SVR train so full, and they were running extra long trains this weekend too. We had a mooch around the various period activities at Highley; a lot of people had made the effort to dress up in what looked like very realistic 1940s garb, including a thoroughly convincing Captain Mainwaring and a 17 month old girl done up in a WW1 "uniform". Very cute. Nik & I each had a (very average) hot dog from the station kiosk and took them down to the river bank to eat. His Nibs, however, had duck risotto. How the other half lives. He also commandeered an unfeasibly large chunk of our Highley Slice, a cross between a flapjack and a Millionaires' Shortbread.
We had a much emptier train on the way back, which Tom took full advantage of, marching up and down the corridor and generally endearing himself to the occupants of other compartments.
We somehow managed to keep him awake on the drive home, partly by Nik making him laugh and partly by me flooring the very potent accelerator pedal of the Lancer (he likes speed). After a couple of hours' kip, during which Nik did cake stuff and I watched a very dull MotoGP race (just not the same without Rossi), he did usual demolition of the lounge. Rather worryingly, he can now climb onto both sofas by himself, meaning that we have almost nowhere left to hide things from him.
As I write, he's having his tea, and it should then be a bit of garden time before bath, bottle & bed. Hope you like the video.
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