Or any other mainline. A real Loco rumbles past the debris & through the house. Kerschlunk! She says, "if you are making a "cuppa" (see how your name was woven into your thread cuppa?
) can I have a biscuit with mine darls?"
He's too far away up the hillside to hear while trying madly to locate the sales Docket.
There is a rail level crossing near here that seems to to have the track within 2 metres from the house back door.
They just have to be railway nutters. 1km long freighters pass though at all hours of the night & early morning.
Hope they don't have one of Ron's faulty kettles.
No idea how that was allowed as they don't need blokes with red flags & lamps & there never was a gate. As a matter of fact when on a Night Hike with the scouts real yonks ago, me & a mate actually slept in the Halt shelter shed (now gone) on the other side of the crossing. Overnight there must have been 6 or 7 snarling, fire breathing big Steam Locos pass by, some slow & some fast. & jesuz they sounded like they were coming through the GI screen. Not much of a night hike as it was ****ing down but was an interesting night all the same.
It would have been handy if one had stopped & allowed us to fill a billy can from the outboard steam line for a cuppa but of course they never did.
EDIT. Oh yeah the Crossing Warning Gongs drove us bonkers all night. That'll learn us.
You should have been there Cuppa.
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