Vintage bonneted Bedford coaches trundling happily through lush green countryside, their immaculate bodywork and shiny chrome reflecting the hazy afternoon sunshine.
Aboard are passengers grinning in gleeful anticipation of what is to come.
We’ve arrived and there, standing at the platform, are the railway carriages; also pristine and equipped to pullman standards, and with the delightful scents of some wonderful, cooking and the sounds of clinking crockery,
Ah if only. surely here is a 1950’s fantasy, maybe a version of legendary film, The Titfield Thunderbolt.