The Flying Scotsman

Transported back to my childhood today as The Flying Scotsman came through the town. I remember steam trains as a child, the noise and billows of smoke.

This was literally a flying visit, didn't stop but slowed down as he went through the station and looked very majestic, and sporting a beautiful red poppy.

Our next stop was the brief but moving service in the market place at the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month.