Just found this in the local news – two railway chaps injured, one seriously, night afore last and exactly right where I’ve been watching the work…
I don’t half pick ’em.
Quiet canals, that is.
I think that they were French-polishing the railway sleepers, or something. This is the embankment, about fifty yards away from the Cardinal’s moorings-of-the-moment.
They’ve been working on the line for at least a couple of days (nights!). Yesterday in the afternoon, a slack handful of trains were allowed through again. The first couple, a Virgin Express and a local grunter, came through at tip-toe speeds, presumably to check that the lines were parallel and didn’t in fact meet at the horizon.
Whatever they are doing, though, they haven’t finished, because there seem to be far fewer trains than usual this morning.
Hah! The moment I typed that two trains came hurtling through, one a Virginal Express and one a local rattler.
At the significant risk of adding “4-4-4-0-3 Reticulated Steam Trundle-Pinion” bore to already being a canal bore, I do have to say that there have been some interesting railway vehicles past here in recent days. Two of these were slightly disturbing. One was a two-engine double-ended snow-plough of quite ridiculous dimensions, the other was a machine of seven or eight “carriages” of machinery to do something mysterious, but all decked out in Arctic-camouflage white from top to bogey.
Do the railway companies know something that I ought to know?
Snow-ploughs and snow-camouflage.
We shall see, as winter unfolds.
It’s amazing what a little bit of sleep-deprivation can do for a chap’s imagination.