Yes, I play the guitar nebivololo We were visiting the old boy and his wife up near Pickering, by the North Yorkshire Moors Railway. It was a lovely day – OK, there was a bit of drizzle, but this was Yorkshire – and seeing the handsome locomotives gliding in was a balm for the soul, jaded as I was by months of commuting on those awful, cramped, stuffy modern trains. The children stood on the railway bridge as it passed underneath, filled with hilarity at being plunged into a cloud of steam.
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