“The Railway Children” by E. Nesbitt is one of those books that out lasts my childhood and still captures my heart and imagination. Its a children’s book whose depth of feeling and emotion only adults can truly appreciate (Laura Ingalls Wilder books fall into this category too.) I’m sure the book is one of the reasons I do love the opportunity to take a steam train trip, (although I’d always say we’re doing it for the children.) We took a steam train from Cape Town to Simon’s Town last February and we took a short trip on a train from Aviemore two years ago. And last weekend we took a trip on the Lakeside and Haverthwaite Railway. It was a great day out. One of the best bits was playing hide and seek in the engine shed when we arrived at the station, scrambling up onto the foot plates of the great, greasy iron locomotives or squeezing in behind a wheel taller than a five year old boy. It was magical too, standing on the footbridge as the locomotive got up steam and slowly whooshed underneath us, swallowing us up in a cloud of steam and smoke.