I had another rummage at my folks and found another old train book from the 60s. Another broken spine and ancient tape holding together the contents, most of which I found instantly familiar, just as if I’d read it yesterday.
This painting on the endpaper is something I’d gaze at for ages, taking in the dramatic light, the big Green Deltic and the ghost of steam that had gone just a wee bit before my time.
I have spent way too much time digitally fixing this, but what the hell.
