Power

I love steam trains. As a child, I would regularly stand up on tiptoes on the footbridge over the railway line, straining to see the driver in the cab of the steam train thundering towards me, spitting fire, belching black smoke and sounding like a hundred volcanoes. So exciting.
But this monster is a little quieter. He's pinned down to his track, fixed in place as an ornament to the glorious days of steam.
If you visit the designer outlet in Swindon, Wiltshire, you can walk up and stroke this gorgeous machine. You will also see carefully, and joyfully, restored iron structures and features from the building's origins.