I want to paint the impossibility of the Highland Falcon racing franticly past green trees.
I want to paint the memory of the Highland Falcon zooming past empty green field and people watch from the observation cart.
I want to paint the memory of the river and mountains whizzing past the window.
I want to paint the feeling of the trains wheels clattering below me.
I want to paint the sound of the smoke puffing out into the air and watching it float away.
I want to paint the smell of steam puffing out of the Locomotive engine.
I want to paint the memory of the Highland Falcon racing on the last voyage.
I want to paint the sound of the Highland Falcon puffing smoke as quick as cheetah running.
I want to paint the smell of the Highland Falcon racing around Great Britain for one last time.
I want to paint the sound of the people cheering when the highland falcon comes past for it final trip.