The road from where we were staying to the Lappa Valley Railway was horrifying. Even by Cornwall’s standard of narrow roads the route we took something else. Look at this picture – this is a main road with a one vehicle wide bridge.
Anyway we got there …….
When we got there we found that although it was a gorgeous day wife Sarah and I were the only people there apart from the ticket collector, engineer and two tea ladies. The railway is a short 15 inch line catering to families with kids. Our loco was named Zebedee.
As we trolled along Sarah and I tried to remember where we knew the name Zebedee. Sister Karen, who wasn’t with us knew instantly – the Zebeddee character was a “Jack In The Box” in a tiny tots TV programme called the Magic Roundabout that aired in the 70’s. Zebedee wore a bright yellow jacket and had a shiny spring instead of feet, and would often be accompanied by a Boing sound whenever he disappeared. The iconic closing lines from the show were, Zebedee called to everyone. “Time for bed.” to which Florence replied “Already?”
When we arrived at the end of the line we marched off to the cafe as I was parched. As Sarah was ordering I saw it …….. Malteser cake!!!!!
There was one slice left. Hee, heee, hee. For those who haven’t savoured a malteser they consist of a roughly spherical malt honeycomb-like centre, surrounded by milk chocolate. You suck off the chocolate and then suck the honeycomb. After thirty two your tongue is totally raw and your blood sugar number is waaaayyyyyyy off the scale. Whoppers are a pale imitation.
Whilst we were glugging our tea and I was stuffing my face we watched the engineer take on water ….
Fortified for the return to where we were staying down those wretched narrow lanes we sauntered back to the depot …..
Twas a lovely bucolic afternoon.