What better way to spend the day after getting married than visiting a steam railway museum. It was a lovely sunny Sunday so we headed over to the Ribble Steam Railway in Preston. We arrived in time for the first train ride of the day in original 1940's carriages (naturally we sat in 1st class). We were issued with thick cardboard tickets and a man came into our carriage and clipped them with his thingy. Speaking of 'clipped', we couldn't resist talking in uppper class clipped accents during our ride due to the ambience the 1st class carriage was oozing ("have you caught the new Noel Coward play yet at the Rialto? It's simply too funny!"). If we'd had an old lady wearing a fox fur, a vicar reading his paper and a schoolboy off to boarding school it would have been perfect.