a day.
We went on a train, a special little train...
Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Light Railway.
We went to a special destination...
A power station?
Dungeness.
Happily we trundled along the 13 miles taking a sedate hour and ten to get there.
We were heading for a shed in the shingle serving ale.
He was concerned...
‘What will you drink?’
What with me not being a beer drinker.
He needn’t have bothered as the glass put before me of bubbles I cautiously sipped. This is good I thought, I will happily drink this!
‘Is it okay?’
‘Yes, very!’
‘It’s Chapeldown!’
My favourite! This day of hairy
heaps of real ale drinking men
standing around in a bleak spot overlooking Dungeness Power station, suddenly took on a warm fuzzy feeling! I was happy.
heaps of real ale drinking men
standing around in a bleak spot overlooking Dungeness Power station, suddenly took on a warm fuzzy feeling! I was happy.
Added to which I had decided to wear my Chinese thick silk dressing gown. It had a dragon on the back... it somehow seemed appropriate, don,t ask me why?
That decision not only drew many comments but also ensured I was toasty and warm.
I talked plants with a lady gardener, she explained how to harvest the seed of the beach poppies, and other plants
suited to my sea facing garden. When to go back, and should we have a horticultural train trip in a month or two for us to do a little light scrumping?
Sounds like a plan!
suited to my sea facing garden. When to go back, and should we have a horticultural train trip in a month or two for us to do a little light scrumping?
Sounds like a plan!
Our conversation on the train home was of plants and personal
relationships. She, for a slip of a lass had sunk many pints, me well I had quaffed more than a few flutes, found ourselves fluent in
relationships. She, for a slip of a lass had sunk many pints, me well I had quaffed more than a few flutes, found ourselves fluent in
real ale and real life!
A lovely day.
A lovely, unusual day out! I like steam trains......when I was a kid there was a nearby railway line that we could see from the back garden. Exciting at night when the sparks were flying from the chimney with the smoke!
ReplyDeleteI have a happy memory of my lovely mum trying to catch a snap of a steam train emerging from the tunnel on the front at Teignmouth. In those days you had to wait a week to see the results. How the world has changed.
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Husband and I have been on that adorable little train, too! A lovely journey through that flat landscape. We also visited Dungeness, but it was such a cold day we soon returned from our walk to the car!
ReplyDeleteA Chinese dressing gown for a day out on a train? That's unusual, but it obviously was the right choice and kept you snug!
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Margaret, unfortunately I have never dressed appropriately for any occasion. Even at a garden party at the palace I looked a scruff! The ordinary, but lovely man I call husband has always said ‘You have a certain style!’ A rebel some might say? I’m happy that’s the main thing... Oh and very, very lucky, in so many ways.
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new to your blog; looking forward to getting to know you!
ReplyDeleteWelcome Willow... enjoy the ride, hope it won’t be too bumpy for you?
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Another newbie. Love your posts!
ReplyDeleteElsewhere from amsterdam
Thank you I have only just seen your comment!
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