Trainspotting

I spent today with two borrowed 17-month-olds feeling nostalgic about when I used to spend hours of the day with my toddler on the footbridge over the busy railway lines at the end of our London street. I was often told I was turning him into an obsessive trainspotter - as if that were worse than being an egocentric prime minister/president.

Anyway, the goods wagons are nice colours and lots of the drivers hoot and wave. As small children they probably stood on bridges themselves looking at trains.