On Saturday we journeyed to the Zig-Zag Railway. Matt and I have never visited the Blue Mountains together before, and given I am completely useless at directions, he was navigating, I took the helm. We drove like Thelma and Louise. Except we were husband & wife. With two smalls in the back. And Brad Pitt was unavailable. And we don't have a convertible. And I wasn't wearing a scarf in my hair. And we had no intention of driving over a cliff. A few crucial factors missing.
We got to our destination in time to board Thomas & Friends.
If you know us, the Doctor has been totally and utterly absorbed in TTTE for yonks. Seriously. I refuse to read the books because they're always so grumpy and cranky. I don't mind the train play, but the stories, well Rev. W. Awdry has a lot to answer for.
The Zig-Zag Railway was fantastic, and both the smalls were captivated with Tiny chanting 'engine, engine!'.
But this was like the perfect almost-ending to the Doctor's love for Thomas and his friends. He's moving on to other loves. Like dinosaurs and dragons. He still likes trains, but he often tells me he's more interested in the dinos and the dragons. I've long wished for him to move on from trains, we've spent hours together building tracks together, pushing engines around. And now it almost feels sad. I'm a sap. I know.