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After some strong coffee, and a few hours tackling some more bramble, we take a breather and check out the local rail museum (local being effectively across the street – we drive).

The museum is a real gem, containing dozens of beautifully restored original steam locomotives spanning the technology’s life. A few specimens are even being giving a full fledged exercise, with a conductor running a couple engines at speed down a span of track belching impressibly prodigious amounts of black smoke and steam (for practice or fun? Perhaps a bit of both)

On our way out we detour into a wonderful neighboring formal garden estate. It’s a perfectly maintained oasis with hundreds of species all fastidiously labeled and pruned. The epitome of the English garden, and the unobtainable promise of what could be in the cottage’s back yard.

For dinner we make an encore of the corner pub, and follow up with some classic billiards I could get used to this life…