There is my mom at the Preston train station. Preston isn’t actually the closest town to where our cousin Dot lives, but it is closest to the rental car place…

It was awesome to get out of London and into the country.

Traveling by train is always exciting.

I guess I am sharing the pictures of the station because it made me feel like I was in a Harry Potter movie.

As soon as we dropped our bags off at Dot’s house, she took us to this place… Leyland used to be the home of a huge factory that made vehicles. Dot’s friend works at the museum in town. He took us on a free tour, even though it was closed, and we had the whole place to ourselves.

It was really fun, even if you aren’t excited about vehicles.

We got to climb all over and inside of these things. That is an actual Pope-mobile. Mollie and my wife sat where a Pope once sat. Now that is living history.

The older the vehicles were, the more I liked them. That bus is a work of art.

Remember when milk came to your house? I mean, I don’t… I’m not that old… but still…

That fire engine was damaged by fragments of German bombs during the blitz.

And look at the detailing.

They just don’t make stuff like that anymore.

Now we are all the way back in World War One.

We are like Time Lords!

Okay, that might be the most British sign ever…

Oh… whoops… did you notice that I just accidentally posted a photo of Mollie… which I am not supposed to do… but it does give you a scale to compare the size of that thing… so… shhhhhhh…

And that is what buses looked like when they were still pulled by horses.

If you are interested, you can always Google Leyland Motors… or Leyland… just sayin’…