Steam Punk

I persuaded them to let me up onto the footplate of the old gasper (see extra). I got oil and soot all over my jumper in the process but it was worth it. I really wanted one of him shovelling coal into the fire box. He did indeed open the door and flames roared inside. But I couldn't get the right angle. By the time I had moved round he refused to open the door again for me. Something about needing to get the steam up. Don't ask me, I'm not a railway buff. 

Maybe next year. It only runs on summer weekends.