My daughter used to say to me, more often than I found comfortable "What's it like to be old?" I should point out that to a child a dad always appears old and at the time I was a young man and couldn't give her a satisfying answer. Now I am older, I can tell you and my daughter, that with age I am becoming increasingly emotional, a good obituary can make my eyes damp. I'm also becoming nostalgic and getting a liking for experiencing 'deja vu'. I'm pleased to say my memory, which has never been wonderful, is still in tact, I don't forget friend's names and cover up by calling them "Darling", yet.
On Monday I gave in to nostalgia and visited a historical railway, running trains from the 1950's and 60's. My excuse was testing a batch of old (mature), film and a few cameras. I boarded the nice red train you see below and spent two hours riding up and down the one mile track. Happy to be alone in a 1960's compartment carriage. The train made the same clickety clack noise, had the same rolling motion and even the same smells as the train I took from Crewe to Inverness in 1968 on my way to the Outer Hebrides. After going back and forth for an hour I walked through the train's corridors to find the buffet car and had warm scones and tea served on a bone china tea set, by a smiling waitress.
Back in my compartment, I even managed a 5 minute doze before my train arrived at the station for the hundredth time that day and I had to leave. The whole experience was a journey to nowhere, but it was good journey. The film needs another year or so to mature but there's no hurry, the cameras performed faultlessly. - Nostalgia is rock and roll.