This week the task is to write about trains.
I have some happy memories about trains, from leaning over the footbridge in Poole as the steam trains went under, to the little steam train ride in Poole Park which for sixpence seemed to go on for ages when I was a child, but I could walk the track in less than ten minutes as an adult.
There’s a sand train here on the beach. I don’t know how far up it goes, but it doesn’t come down our end. The sand stretches for miles, but somehow I don’t think it would be a trip into the next major town.
When I was in NZ, I took a trip on the Overlander which took 12 hours to get from Auckland to Wellington. I had a week away, and visited South Island staying over in Picton, Kai Kora (had a whale watch……… WOW!) and Christchurch.
I suppose though the most memorable train ride was coming back off our honeymoon in 1991.
There had been a train strike in Holland and as is the norm, every means of public transport comes to a halt, so we had a bit of a dilemma getting from Amsterdam to The Hague for the ferry at midday. It’s all documented here, so I’ll just fast track to the end.
Once aboard the train from Waterloo, we had to walk several carriages before finding ourselves a seat, and being laden down with luggage and duty free, it wasn’t easy!
Our honeymoon had provided the first ever trip outside the UK for me, and Hubby had arranged it all (bar accommodation and meals) through British Rail. I don’t think they do a similar package now. It was exhausting!