Somewhere in the vicinity of Stafford, there's one of those family farm things with animals, tractors, a play barn and a working forge. This one had a narrow gauge railway too.
One of the steam engines (not the one pulling us, alas) was called Isabel, a name it shared with young Ms. Morris, so the engine driver took us into his shed to show us. The smell of oil and metalwork, the massive tools lying around, the palpable sense of manly pottering all gave me some definite inspiration for my retirement.
It seems too long away :-)
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