As Britons finally begin to slip the surly bonds of lockdown and once again venture into the pleasures of public intoxication, I ask myself: can Train Smashdom once again rear its wonderful… errr, head?
Apparently so. And I would be remiss if I didn’t show at least a few of them.
What I like almost as much is that Stout Bulldogs were not going to let a little thing like icy temperatures or freezing rain prevent them from taking the grandchildren out for some fish ‘n chips:
Bravo, all of you. Sadly, the restrictions were eased too late for us to enjoy the Train Smash Grand Prix — a.k.a. the Grand National at Aintree:
…but there’s always next year.