I asked Basil. "Can you take one of the steam cars to a little village fete." The answer was affirmative, the only stipulation was the route had to be pretty. Know quite how I got the job of route master is questionable but pretty they wanted pretty they got, with truly picturesque places to siphon water. One has to admit it wasn't all down to me, much of it was to do with that glorious thing called the sunshine.
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