Hard graft

We went on the steam train at Toddington this morning, and thoroughly enjoyed a brilliantly sunny, bitterly cold morning, with mince pies and mulled wine on board.  At the change round at Cheltenham, we watched the trainee fireman loosing and making the couplings after the engine had reversed round to the front.  I can't decide if he would have been warm from stoking the fire, or frozen from being in the open engine cockpit....