This is Miss Futtock-Smithe. She is one of Englands most grouchy women. She is traveling back to her home after participating in this years Worlds most sour faced pensioner competition. She came a close second, and this narrow defeat has put her in a particularly bad mood. Or that’s who I imagine she is anyway. Amy and I sat opposite her on the train between Huddersfield and Leeds and she was giving us the evils all the way there. We were doing nothing wrong. In fact Amy was being very good and was just chattering away in what I thought was a particularly charming manner (“I spy with my little eye something beginning with chairâ€. “err, is it a chair?â€. “YES! Well done Daddy!â€). We moved as soon as another seat became available.
The reason we were on the train was that we were going to the National railway museum in York. We had a nice time looking at all the various steam trains and even went for ride on the minature railway. I can remember going to the museum with my dad, who’s a bit of an engineering enthusiast, and feeling very bored because he wanted to stop and look at all the engines individually. This time, when it was me who had an interest in looking at the inner workings of trains, I was dragged around at breakneck speed by the rapidly changing whims of a two year old. This doesn’t seem fair somehow, I seem to be perpetually the one who has to suffer the impositions of others. Perhaps I need to learn to throw a tantrum or two.
While we were there we also went on York’s answer to the London Eye, the Yorkshire Eye. While it was not as big as the London version, and the views were perhaps not as impressive, the ride has the word Yorkshire in its name and therefore is intrinsicaly superior to anything those southern jessies have come up with.
The ride was quite enjoyable. I used to be scared of hights, and some of that phobia came back when were at the summit of its revolutions; but on the whole it was pretty good. Amy started off the ride sitting on my knee. At one point I moved her to a seat so I could take a few photos and she suddenly started looking nervous and saying it was too high. She had been fine up to then so I put her back on my lap. As soon as she was put there she was happy again; I presume feeling safe because her Daddy was looking after her. It’s heartwarming to see the faith that my little girl has in the powers of her Daddy. I only hope I never let her down.
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