Sunday morning, and national treasure, minority interest TV presenter and hobbyist, Uncle Bob arrives on the veranda of a scruffy old diesel locomotives with some wagons for Whimsy Pit.
Uncle Bob is gathering information and material for his forthcoming TV programme aimed at boys with no friends and elderly socially challenged tweed clad men of a similar ilk who still live with ‘mother’. What about the girls may you ask? They’ve yet to be invented, the only ‘females’ being ‘mother’.
Bob Geeza Cat, who thinks there’s only room for one ‘Bob’ in the Land of the Inch High, is giving our national treasure ‘the evils’, in an attempt to warm him off. But anyone who’s ever met gung-ho Uncle Bob, knows that he won’t be bothered by a cat with ideas above his station. Or litter tray this case.
Meanwhile, Tin Hat Toby, part time shunter and full time conspiracy theorist is clutching his trusty well-buffed shunting pole, a skill he learned from Nasal Nigel who likes to clutch a TT scale Flying Scotsman. But unlike Nigel’s, it’s too big to fit in his pocket.
And finally, over next to the winding house, if you zoom in, you can just make out Rufus Hound who’s being offered some edible treats from upmarket canine and feline snack providers Fishgut & Kibble, for he’s such a loveable hound, unlike the narcissistic cat who’s only in it for himself 🐾
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