Synopsis

Barnaby Buttersworth was, by all accounts, a meticulous man. And his current task – delivering a basket of speckled eggs across the windswept isle of Sodor – demanded precisely that. Each step was measured, each turn deliberate, a testament to years spent navigating the island’s uneven paths. He moved with a quiet purpose, a steady rhythm accompanying his journey. But the wind carried not just the scent of heather and sea salt; it also carried a growing impatience within Barnaby himself. The