In the absence of motherly direction our Saturday took on a decidedly masculine aroma;
Stones thrown in the river, just before a Kingfisher flew past in an iridescent flash of blue.
Rides on a minature steam train.
Heads under the bonnet of an Austin Healey.
Awed by the power of steam and water.
Captivated by the greased precision of Victorian Engineering.
Captivated enough to spontaneously narrate the video of the antique water pumping station as we ripped it to the PC. Richard Attenborough eat your heart out...