road bridge, past the old station house and back into the ether.
Note the fields white with frost - the temperature was hovering
around minus 2 degrees centigrade so I was pleased that the train
was on time. There was absolutely no noise and, having heard
the loco being wound up for several minutes on the approach,
I was treated to the bump, bump, bump of the wheelflat as the
train receded into the distance. Sound travels well in the cold,