Toy Trains

No sooner off the train from London than I was back on the train to Newcastle. A jaunt to the Ministry of Pounds. Good stuff. I now understand the transitional arrangements for relief at source. Not many can say that. Straight back to the station on the Metro. I confess, even though the Metro looks sophisticated next to the Edinburgh tram "network", I laughed out loud at the diddy little wind-up trains although it's a great service that can at least deliver its passengers into the train station rather than dump them a couple of hundred yards away. And home via Red Dog to pick up a little audio interface. I did so well to walk out without something with Moog written on it.