We were on holiday last week on the Isle of Purbeck, doing middle-aged middle-class sort of things like camping and going for country walks. And drinking lots of cider.
And spending the day on the heritage railway, enjoying the retro details and mocking the trainspotters.
It's funny how different people see things differently though.
We get onto the steam train and manage to get a compartment to ourselves. And from nearly every family that walks past, we hear the same comment: "Ooh, it's just like in Harry Potter."
No, it's not. It's just like the trains that we used to travel in when we were children. And teenagers. And young adults...
It's very familiar. And it's making me feel very old.
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