Trinity Loop, worse for the wear
This hasn’t happened before: due to a server change, one whole blog post, including photos, has disappeared. I was there, in the beginning, so I’ll use some poetic licence and recreate a day. For better or for worse.
We’ve discovered our first real scenic village: Trinity. A living museum, with exhibits cosying up to real homes. The guide books warn the tourist to remember the thin line between public and private. I’ll do my best.
The village is too large to tour at once, so we’ll be back for more. Suffice that the forge is fascinating, and I learned a lot about bellows and water jackets and the relative virtues of coal in a pre-Hydro society.
But, for me, the real draw inthis region is the Trinity Loop. I’d read about it,checked it out on Google Earth, tried to imagine it as a scale rail project. Time to see the “real thing”. Except.
We were too late. When Hurricane Igor roared through, less than a year ago, the dormant project was smite by the hand of Nature. Rails like this might recover in a money-making world, but not when things are already in a state of cardiac arrest with the bank.
The trestle is in better shape.
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Let me distract you with some puffins. This pair are named Pete and Petra, if I understood the story correctly, and they’ve got lots of friends and neighbours. There; I’m feeling better already. For those who can’t imagine a puffin, consider what might happen if a pigeon had a steady diet of fish protein and had to wear fancy dress for everyday duties.
