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It was my 60th birthday last Sunday and I wanted to do something memorable but inexpensive having just moved home. I had of course thought about having a party but every major birthday party I have ever been to has involved booze, massively so when I was a drinker. Not that I would mind my friends drinking in front of me (I would find it immensely boring once they were all drunk) but I know they would mostly have felt a little awkward getting smashed on my birthday with me staying sober. The alternative would have been for them to stay sober or at least limit their drinking and I felt that might just cause unnecessary awkwardness. Instead, with both my daughters being out of the country my wife and I decided to do something we haven’t done for years and go camping! Not that we harbour masochistic tendencies but the plan was to ‘glamp’ rather than camp and I had selected a campsite near to the Romney Hythe and Dymchurch Railway on the Kent coast which appeared to fit the bill. Unfortunately, the bell tent we hired was old and leaky, there was no electricity, the air beds we took with us had been previously sabotaged by our cat and so they deflated during the night, we thought we were being clever by having bedding instead of sleeping bags (a huge mistake), and it was cold and it rained heavily. But despite all this we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, drank lots of green tea, and it was certainly memorable.
The main part of my treat was for me to go back to my childhood and spend the day playing on the wonderful railway. For those of you who don’t know, the RHDR is a steam railway with engines about a quarter the size of main line trains (see pictures) and it runs for fifteen miles or so along the south coast of England. Readers of my book The 7.52 to London Bridge will recall the story of much mischief taking place on that railway with my brother in the 1960’s including a thankfully unsuccessful attempt to derail the train!
Despite its Lilliputian size, one of the carriages has been converted to a buffet car and a much ‘squashed in’ attendant serves up to twelve people a range of drinks from his bar as they enjoy the ride. As I watched a couple cram themselves in to the bar I recalled having been in that same buffet car some six years ago on a previous visit to the railway.
With the smell of steam and smoke from the engine wafting back to the carriage, the sound of the occasional train whistle, and observing the countryside change as the train makes its way from the relative greenness of small towns to the barren and bleak wastes of Dungeness (all very David Copperfield), the buffet is a wonderful place to sit and unwind – or at least it should be. I remember sitting in that bar desperately wanting a gin and tonic which to me seemed the ideal drink to have to match the experience, but knowing at the same time that one wouldn’t be enough and that with the trip lasting over an hour I would want at least three or four, if not half a bottle. As I was driving that day I daren’t risk having that much to drink so I had a can of cider instead. I remember reluctantly having to make that cider last the whole hour and all the time wishing it had been a G and T or at least a bottle of wine instead. I remember the stress that caused, and I remember thinking how one day I would come back on a day I didn’t have to drive home, so I could get wrecked in that buffet and drink myself stupid on champagne, wine and as much gin as I wanted. And I also remember how disappointed and frustrated I felt that day because I hadn’t been able to drink, whereas I should have been enjoying the experience for what it was, not what it might have been if booze could have been involved. After all, the buffet car is just an add on; the railway, the scenery, the journey and the steam trains are what the RHDR is all about, not just somewhere else to get drunk.
So here I was this time, only a walk away from the station so no need to drive, and plenty of room in the buffet car had I wanted to go and fulfil that old drunken wish. But despite it being my 60th birthday the thought never once crossed my mind. And to be honest, despite the simplicity of the weekend, this really has been the nicest birthday I have ever had. Completely sober, completely content and completely happy.
P.S. Yes, I was made to wear a 'birthday boy' badge all day!
The main part of my treat was for me to go back to my childhood and spend the day playing on the wonderful railway. For those of you who don’t know, the RHDR is a steam railway with engines about a quarter the size of main line trains (see pictures) and it runs for fifteen miles or so along the south coast of England. Readers of my book The 7.52 to London Bridge will recall the story of much mischief taking place on that railway with my brother in the 1960’s including a thankfully unsuccessful attempt to derail the train!
Despite its Lilliputian size, one of the carriages has been converted to a buffet car and a much ‘squashed in’ attendant serves up to twelve people a range of drinks from his bar as they enjoy the ride. As I watched a couple cram themselves in to the bar I recalled having been in that same buffet car some six years ago on a previous visit to the railway.
With the smell of steam and smoke from the engine wafting back to the carriage, the sound of the occasional train whistle, and observing the countryside change as the train makes its way from the relative greenness of small towns to the barren and bleak wastes of Dungeness (all very David Copperfield), the buffet is a wonderful place to sit and unwind – or at least it should be. I remember sitting in that bar desperately wanting a gin and tonic which to me seemed the ideal drink to have to match the experience, but knowing at the same time that one wouldn’t be enough and that with the trip lasting over an hour I would want at least three or four, if not half a bottle. As I was driving that day I daren’t risk having that much to drink so I had a can of cider instead. I remember reluctantly having to make that cider last the whole hour and all the time wishing it had been a G and T or at least a bottle of wine instead. I remember the stress that caused, and I remember thinking how one day I would come back on a day I didn’t have to drive home, so I could get wrecked in that buffet and drink myself stupid on champagne, wine and as much gin as I wanted. And I also remember how disappointed and frustrated I felt that day because I hadn’t been able to drink, whereas I should have been enjoying the experience for what it was, not what it might have been if booze could have been involved. After all, the buffet car is just an add on; the railway, the scenery, the journey and the steam trains are what the RHDR is all about, not just somewhere else to get drunk.
So here I was this time, only a walk away from the station so no need to drive, and plenty of room in the buffet car had I wanted to go and fulfil that old drunken wish. But despite it being my 60th birthday the thought never once crossed my mind. And to be honest, despite the simplicity of the weekend, this really has been the nicest birthday I have ever had. Completely sober, completely content and completely happy.
P.S. Yes, I was made to wear a 'birthday boy' badge all day!
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