A couple of days after we took the 'steam' train ourselves (which was actually a diesel), there was a wee bit of drizzle and low cloud. This meant that the Jacobite could run in all her steamy glory. So we timed our arrival at the Loch nan Uamh viaduct so that we'd be in plenty of time - that's my wee white van under one of the arches - and waited. After about three quarters of an hour, an unmistakable clanking was heard, a rumbling was felt, and the train powered gloriously above us, belching out smoke and steam.

Loch nan Uamh is pronounced 'oo-av', I think. The viaduct was built of concrete, by 'Concrete Bob' Robert McAlpine.