I’m sure many of you here have done what I used to do as a child, slide open the door and leave your mum in the third class carriage and wander down along the train as it clattered and rocked along the lines. I used to walk the entire length of the train to the first class carriages just to see who was inside them. On one such occasion, when I was five or six I stood looking into the carriage at a pretty lady sitting opposite a couple. The man gave me a stern glare, but the lady waved me in. I was of course young and scared so I just stood there with my face pressed against the glass. The lady got up, came over and slid open the door and handed me a little white paper bag with powdered sweets. Good times.
