Flying

Mr A and I had planned a lovely, romantic date night last night, at a local(ish) Italian restaurant that had been recommended to us.

We both got dressed up like a proper date and I drove for once so that Mr A could enjoy a couple of beers.

We were seated next to the window; a lovely table for two and had just placed our order when another couple were shown to the table behind us.

As the guy took his jacket off, he caught a decorative candle holder (complete with candle) and sent hot wax flying over us and our table.

Mr A got wax on his arm; I got covered down my left hand side.
Less 'candle in the wind', more candle in the face....hair...legs....arm...dress....jacket. I also found as we were about to pay the bill, my handbag was splattered with white wax. What a mess!
We joked I looked like I'd been attacked by an over zealous porn star!!!!!!  :-0

The guy was very apologetic (and highly embarrased), as were the staff.

We carried on with our meal, which was really nice in between picking wax off my face and out my hair.
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The deputy manager came to see us when we paid the bill, to offer his apologies and ask for my number so that the main manager could call me (which he hasn't done yet).
He also gave us a £20 voucher to spend at our next visit, which we thought was a nice gesture.

Luckily, I managed to get the wax off everything, including my bag (phew), using brown paper and my iron, so no real harm done and it certainly gave us something to talk about!

Today, we took a trip to Rawtenstall to see the iconic Flying Scotsman which is back on the tracks after a £4.2 million restoration project. We aren't sure what happened, but it was ridiculously late (it was meant to arrive at 2.45 but didn't get in until 3.45), so we were freezing just standing on the platform.
It was really busy too, lots of people turned out to see it. We went because we thought it was a good (and possibly our only) opportunity to see it up and running.

Sadly, whatever problems they had meant that the Scotsman wasn't the leading engine; instead it was towed by another steam train, The Lancashire Fusilier. Mr A who denies being a train spotter recognised this from our trip to Scotland; we saw it at Glenfinnan station.

This kind of took the shine off seeing it, as it was obscured by being sandwiched between the lead engine and the carriages.
Our clearest view (which still wasn't the best) was when they uncoupled the engines to reverse back down the track.

I've added all of today's photos to Flickr; I liked this one the best.