There’s another steam train thingy in the vacinity, so we’re going along for the ride.
Because there is nothing more fun than stream train rides with 3 kids and a grumpy bastard husband. Except, possibly, sticking bamboo skewers under my toenails.
So off we go, in the car, lots of annoying each other, threats to turn the car around and never go on another stream train ever if they continued.
The end of the one way trip, was a festival of sorts, a selection of local crafty people, sausage sizzles and the odd local hobby and special interst group.
I liked the medieval society. Even considered joining them. You get to walk around in a robe and no one looks sideways at you. I’m pretty sure you could get away with a bathrobe, too.
Home we go, more leftover bbq for evening meal and consider slipping some valium into the kids hot Milo so they will calm down after a day on a steam train.
Personally, I can’t see that much excitement in it. But that’s just me.