The Torbay Express gathered speed as it straightened out of the bend, heading down the track towards the tunnel.
When it slipped inside, and there was nothing to see for a while, young Michael Carson turned to his grandfather with his eyes shining.
“This is great, Pops. Absolutely fabulous,” he enthused. “Thanks a million.”
Bob smiled at his grandson. “I"m just glad you"re enjoying it.” His own eyes began to take on that same sparkle which burnt in Michael"s. They were so alike.
“You know, when I was your age there were trains like this all the time. Smoke pouring from the stack; those great wheels with their long coupling rods to give a better grip on the track; dirt and grime chuffing out.”
“I didn"t know you were that old,” grinned Michael.
Bob playfully tapped his grandson"s chee
