Thanks for the picture. I don't know what it is about grandmothers - I have a few memories too of my grandfather and me getting scolded by my grandmother, though they have nothing to do with trains, but staying to long at the airport watching airplanes and him of course having his beer an a Sunday morning. At that time it was a garden pub at the airport - hard to imagine today and you could drink something, sitting under trees, while watching the action, i.e an plane leaving or arriving every hour or two. Well, of course we were late for lunch.