Back when the steam trains still ran
A question of perspective, I guess. After heading out for a quick milk and bread run earlier, I learned that I’d accomplished all of my errands away from the house for the day (meaning the next day or two). Either I’m getting off easy, or my tasks have taken on new levels of difficulty, in the eyes of others.
Watched a dated video clip that came up as a reference on FB. Took me through several short sequences, shot on film just before I was born. Back when the steam trains still ran, but the Abby was on the route from across to here. Narrows the period down to a few years, I guess. There was also a shot of the MCA DC-3 on takeoff… not sure if I ever saw one of those “in real life”, or if Wounded Seagull airways was always overhead (EPA…).
The others found a quirky series on Netflix, called Detectorists; we watched the first two episodes, but the others are there, waiting for another quiet moment. Good music, in passing. And yes, it seems that there are many nails in the ground; no need to invest big dollars to find something of so little relative value. Not much chance of unearthing a chest of gold pieces in this area, either.
I should mention that the storm we were “promised”, although absent as of bedtime last evening, never happened. Seems to have reached Halifax, dumped a lot of snow and then petered out. Not even flurries this far north. Next time; next time.
