Last weekend during the beautiful weather I was lucky enough to be enjoying a certain outdoor pursuit (not popular with folkies) on the clifftop at Sheringham on the north Norfolk coast.

The thrashing about and cursing, that this particular pursuit gives rise to, was mollified not only by the pleasant 5 mile walk with stunning views of the sea along the cliffs and the beach, but on the other side by the beautifully restored steam train which puffed up and down along the coast. I don't know how far it goes - maybe to Cromer - you listening Jon?

I did notice that its number started with a 6 which I think from my days trainspotting at Darlington means it was a fugitive from the old LNER (London North Eastern Railway).

cheers, Terry