Firstly apologies to Ken if he reads this. I know that this sort of thing can yank at the heart.
The Bluebell Railway.
Waiting For A Train. Or something.
No words. Tears and everything.
‘When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden Bluebells’.
Sit down next to me.
It’s All Too Beautiful.
But you have to go off the beaten track.