Waiting patiently for the Sunday travellers to load
up all their picnic baskets in the rare sunshine this afternoon.
The smell, the noise of escaping steam, and coal
smoke evoking memories of my childhood so long ago, looking up to see it pass
over the viaduct in Margate road from our back garden, the mighty engines
pulled their heavy load of passengers back to the city after a holiday on the
beaches of Ramsgate. 
It never moved for a good half hour, must have been a female, showing off as usual, in its fine Sunday best, soaking up the sunshine in the conservatory of the nursery gardens.
(I might finish this one and put a bit of colour on it later on)
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