This is the engine that drove our day yesterday. A Welsh holiday without rain would not be a Welsh holiday. The engine was called Blanche and she took us deep into the foothills and rainforest of Snowdonia National Park.

Outside the weather was being very inclement. Inside the close-fitting carriages our party of four nattered our way up a mountain and back down again. The mechanics of our conversation lubricated by indifferent coffee and glimpses of spectacular and historic landscapes. The waiting room at our destination showed an image of the same journey made in a sunnier moment.

But sunnier doesn’t mean better, it just means different. And yesterday was perfect just as it was.