time to get a new hobby. I’ve reached that age where I really need to settle down with a nice cup of tea and smoke a pipe and put some slippers on and chew mercilessly on slices of Madiera Cake and grow a moustache and tell young male relatives boring stories and laugh at them when they say I smell and give them a Werthers Original. The sweet you can eat between accidental discharges.
So, here it is. I’m going to get a train set. I’ve thought a lot about track layouts and I’m plumping for a stretch of line between Slough and Burnham.