I had business in Harrogate last weekend, David came along to lend a hand (which is always appreciated). I'd intended to go in the posh new van (well alright, 137000 miles and six years old, but it's new to me) which is quick and quiet. Unfortunately, it's also two feet shorter than the antique Transit, so at the last minute (Saturday morning, 6.30) it was all hands to the pumps, unload the 4 inch Clayton and a 5 inch locomotive out of one and into the other as I panicked about having enough room on the way back.
It was a good choice as it turned out, the Transit was groaning by the time we'd finished loading (first in the rain, which then turned into hail which then, as we finished and shut the doors in a wet, perspiring heap, turned into radiant sunshine). A quick consult of the navigator showed us that, as lunchtime was upon us and York but twenty miles distant, a trip to the Railway Museum would provide both a decent meal and a couple of hours harmless amusement