Flying Scotsman

The three of us spent the day in Alton watching The Flying Scotsman go back and forth along the line. At first the day started out with promising sunshine, but soon descended to heavy clouds and light drizzle. But everyone we met was very cheerful despite the dodgy weather. Oh, and I managed to clock up 13,746 steps too, so not too shabby.

Anyway, after a mug of coffee and some cake (see yesterday), I did a batch of ironing for Mr A Jnr, then we walked back into the centre of Alton for a meal and drink at The Swan.

My photo is shockingly bad as the light was failing and my phone battery completely died right after this shot...but I think “the boys” got some corkers.

Still, as I used to say as a child...”didn’t we have a lovely time?”.

P.S. Arrived home to find a small parcel containing some silver cat earrings from Mr A for Valentines Day...awww.