The year is 1939. Europe is on the brink of war.

Today had been ringfenced as 'Daddy and Tom get the trains working' day.

So we did. I'd like to say it was a father and son bonding session and, in terms of establishing who is managerial material and who just better bloody get on with the toil if he knows what's good for him, I think we both learned alot. Railways and the class divide - it never really ended did it?

So we have running trains... and stations and an engine shed and... plans. Big plans.