“Daddy, my Daddy!”

It never ceases to bring a tear to my eye – Bobby standing on the station platform and peering into the steam and smoke of the train which has just brought her father back to his family. ‘The Railway Children’ – a perfect family film.
Well, no ‘Daddy’ emerged last week – but a wonderful day was spent on the SWR travelling to Minehead, then Watchet and back to Bishops Lydeard, the line passing through primrose banks. There are signs of bluebells appearing in the woods and pheasants strutting their stuff in the meadows, whilst lambs do their thing on and off logs.
Wish my old Dad could be here to see it – but think of him affectionately whenever I eat a cream tea, or add cream to a dessert. Cheers Dad! (‘I think I’ll add a little cream, just to make it less rich.’ These words, said with an impish grin, bring back happy memories.)
But let’s climb aboard – it’s 10.25 and the train is due to leave!
Come on, old 88 – you can do it!

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