The Stuff of Dreams

My teenage daughter has a new toy. She bought it with her own savings.

When I was young we had a Hornby train set but much of the stock was second hand. We shared the track and rolling stock. Each of the boys had his own engine! To buy a complete set, like this, was the stuff of dreams. How times change.

Walking through the old streets of Norwich tonight I found myself wishing that it were possible to travel in time. Not to live in the past, no romantic illusions, just a fascination with how things used to be. Dreaming too of the age of steam.