Emerging from the station, I become aware of of a rumble. The rumble grows and grows, a mechanical eruption signalling, what? A jumbo jet? An apocalypse? Slowly, so slowly, an enormous steam traction engine crawls into view. Pedestrians stop and stare, fingers in ears, as the black behemoth crawls down the high street, dragging a shabby white caravan behind it, and followed by a long string of dwarfed motor cars.
Tuesday 4 September 2007
Steamy
Emerging from the station, I become aware of of a rumble. The rumble grows and grows, a mechanical eruption signalling, what? A jumbo jet? An apocalypse? Slowly, so slowly, an enormous steam traction engine crawls into view. Pedestrians stop and stare, fingers in ears, as the black behemoth crawls down the high street, dragging a shabby white caravan behind it, and followed by a long string of dwarfed motor cars.
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There was a time when this was sleek.
Ah, lovely. There used to be one in a field near my primary school, all painted and there for people to play on. Probably removed for H&S reasons now...
Och. We've just had a steam engine go by on our tracks today. It's immense in its noise and impression.
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