Harriet maybe isn’t the prettiest of engines, but she always does her best to make her huge eyes look encapsulating and does fabulous job with her lippy. Meanwhile, high up on the distant roof above Harriet, Nasal Nigel looks down in awe. He’s usually more interested in double decker buses and playing with his Triang Hornby Type 3 diesel he keeps in the special pocket of his sticky green flash-mac. It being bought by ‘Mother’ several years ago (the mac that is), after she got fed up with the regular expense of having to clean his Harris Tweed sports jacket every time he went bus spotting.

To the right, Comical Ned (with the funny shaped head), we all must know by now has had a thing about Royalty Liz & Margo for many a year, but increasingly has a thing or Goths and Steampunks, it’s all that dark leather, burnished steel and brass you see. For the weekend, Ned already has some welding goggles lined up to borrow from the smithy in the workshop behind him. He’s also eyeing up the blacksmith’s leather welding apron and gloves.

To the left, smooth talking local bounder, cad and ladies’ man, Terry Tuttle-Thomas-Smythe, and definitely not a ladies’ man, straight talking Barry Bullhead from The Ministry of Misery look on. In contrast to Ned, they wonder if a racy pink little number might be better attire for Harriet. That or a nurses’ outfit.