1898. Twas a monday morning and the balloons were rising over the pituresque view of Bath. The first ever public balloon display was taking place. The great giants of the air rose and the fell as did the sun and the dusk. Monday evening and a steaming green locomotive was chasing over the sub-urban streets of Bathwick, Bathtown, Bathland, Bathhill and Bathhampton before finally the white cobbled streets of Oldfield Park came in to view. A brownish bear with a red scarf came was standing, or leaning over the bridge that leads to Marland Market. "Late as normal." Said he sighing before suddenly boucing up and briskly running too his left, into a alleyway, past a gate , down some steps and into the glossy station of Oldfield Park. Everything was covered in a brand new coat of paint and the smell could still be smelt and almost tasted. This particular train was the Steam Express Locomotive calling at: Portsmouth, Soton, Nursling, Romsey, Sailsbury, Westminster, Oldfield Park and then on to Bristol. Steam bellowed from the sides of the train as it stopped. Out of this industrial mist came a figure. "Je suis un pomme-de'teare!" said he before embracing the brown bear and collecting his bags. "Ah, Max d'.." "Yes, Yes, Can you believe it! Late due to snow drift in Westminster!" "Oh, terrible, and apart from that, how was your journey?" "Cosi-cosi my friend. Had to sit in a reserved seat and then a charming young lady called.... oh, Rachel was here name, yes, coming here for christmas as well so she says. France was average, Austria was spectacular and Norway was cold!" "Yes, yes, your Europe trip! Good was it?" "Very." "Hmm, well my place for a warm fire, a cup of Mochachinno and some cookies……