I Play Chicken with the Train
I’m not sure what you were up to at 6:45 this morning. If you are a sensible reasonable person, you were likely tucked up in bed, sound asleep. If you are one of those alarmingly industrious types, you might have already been on your way to work. If you are, by some unlikely chance, someone who writes knitting books and thus needs to take a lot of rather peculiar pictures (or the astonishingly accommodating spouse of such a sort), you might have been perilously perched on the side of a railroad track, racing against the rising sun, snapping sock pictures while dodging real live actual trains.
Stranger things have been known to happen…though not usually to me on a Wednesday morning.
And, just for proof, one quick snap. It’s not so carefully arranged, as that blurry thing in the background is a real train that was chuffing on down the track, and our primary goal was getting right out of its way. With luck it does convey the ambiance of the place though.
Don’t worry, we’re both safe. We were on a long straight section where we could see for ages in each direction (and with a clear patch on either side so we could step well away if needed). We spent most of our time on a spur off to the side, well out of the way of the tracks in use. We did get honked at by one of the trains (a first for me), but I’m taking it as a friendly hello, rather than ‘run fools, you are in peril’ sort of honk.
So, what were you up to this morning?