Christmas Eve 2004

This is on the outskirts of Sale.

There were often huge, long trains travelling through, keeping all the traffic stopped for ages.

The longest, and slowest of these, were the log trains. They were a terrible sight. Carriage after carriage, seeming to pass by for ever at not much more than walking speed, with huge, old, mountain ash logs on their backs.

During the Summer, when the nights were warm and it was just great to be out, I toyed with the idea of jumping on one. Riding it for a couple of hours, perhaps into the city, if it went that far. Then catching a passenger train back.

I should have done it. It isn’t good to have regrets like that, and now I don’t have the opportunity.

If I get back to visit Joh though….

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