On Thursday, I took Lily, Big and Small for a day on the Keighley and Worth Valley Railway. Ever since we went there last year Big has been begging to be taken again, Lily was home from university, so we picked her up on the way through Halifax.
We parked at Oxenhope and took the stream train through to Keighley and then back to Ingrow West where the museum is. The museum, apparently, is the thing to do. Big loves going from carriage to carriage and going on train rides of imagination (presumably, if it were an aviation museum, they would be flights of fancy, but you work with what you have to hand).
We got sandwiches from the rather nice takeaway just up the road and ate them in the sun outside the museum, and then spent more time inside, clambering in and out of carriages.
Small fell in love with Lord Mayor. I learnt that telling little boys not to climb on “that bit” of the engine doesn’t work, you will be amiably ignored, the engine is just too interesting.
So, a Railway Children day.. I was amused by the old advertising signs. ‘Food of the dogs”, geddit?
I keep promising Lyddie we’ll go there. Looks like fun. I haven’t been for years.