I can't claim that I was fulfilling my lifetime's ambition ...
But it was great fun to ride on the footplate of a steam train and have the job of tooting the whistle.
However, train drivers must be more lissom than I am,
Because the only way I could get down again was on my hands and knees in the soot with my bum in the air. There are NO photographs and it is very unkind of you even to think that.
A nice man said, 'Jump, lass, and I'll catch thee.'
But I thought I might flatten him.
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Oh Mary! I love it! Thank you so much for sharing such a lovely moment!
Ex-RAF hubby says 'Lucky you, Love!'.
I am still laughing and what better way to start the week!
Keep it coming Mary! We love reading your posts!
Noelle, I felt almost guilty - so many men would have bitten my arm off for the chance!
But I must say I loved tooting that whistle!
That would be a dream come true for me, you are a lucky girl!
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