Training.
Sorry that an attempt at train blogging on Friday went so horribly wrong I had to abort it. I took a pile of gismos with me. I'm sure with a bit of fiddling I could have used all the technology to send the train to the moon. But something happened and blogging proved impossible, at least without duplicate posts mysteriously appearing.
My blurry pictures of the English countryside hurtling by are still stored somewhere. Let me see if I can post them.
1231: Found the best one. Yes this is the best one. Somewhere between London and Stockport.
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