Swindon, home of the Great Western Railway, famous for Brunel's broad gauge. Today we visited what remains of the old works. Most of the buildings are gone but a section of the buildings have been converted to an upmarket retail outlet. Jill and daughter Cairstine headed off for the shops while son in law Ken and grandsons Noah and Jonah and yours truly took the intellectual route and perused the contents of "Steam", the GWR museum.
The boys were impressed by the number of interactive exhibits, they both got certificates for working a signal box, moving a local train onto a siding to allow the royal train through and we had to drag them away from an engine footplate where they could drive a steam engine, complete with noise and vibration, they would have spent all day on it if we had let them.
We then rejoined the ladies for lunch in an exceedingly good Italian restaurant.
Jill had made the most of her time.
Tomorrow is Father's Day, we're off for a ruby for lunch, courtesy of Cairstine, so I doubt I will manage a post.
Watch this space.........