What’s a Chipping Ongar, you ask? Well. Chipping Ongar is a small rural town in the middle of nowhere, about half an hour or so to the north of us. The London Underground (a.k.a. the Tube, a.k.a. the subway system) used to run all the way out to this lovely little town, but low ridership meant the end of that; the line now ends closer in to the city proper. But some railway buffs (and there are many on this island) took over the stretch of rail, and on weekends and holidays, they run a pair of trains — one decommissioned commuter line, one classic steam train — back and forth on a 15-minute journey between two old stations.
Our boy loves trains, so we figured, why not take a ride on the Chipping-Ongar Railway? It was a (predictably) good call as it was a fun family day.
Here’s the lad, before the ride:
And here he is on the ride itself:
He was very concerned that the train window was dirty (and also wanted to drink Daddy’s coffee):
Some photos of the lad on the train (and a bonus shot of Mommy too):
When Nyan wasn’t riding the rails, he was riding Daddy’s shoulders:
A few random non-Nyan shots:
Oh, and yes, we took a family selfie (which Nyan decided to photo-bomb):
Besides the train fun, we had a lovely lunch at a local pub called The Cock. Nyan had fun spreading the sugar on the table (to the management, sorry about that, but at least I managed to stop him before he mixed salt into the sugar bowl!) and took a wander around the pub, as you can see here: