Down the line…

Down the line...

Down the line…

Driving through the countryside, a common sight is to see the railway winding its way along the side of the road, weaving in and out of trees and villages, and criss-crossing over the road as and when it pleases.

I glanced down one line to see first a cat, peering across the sleepers, a dog a little further down, and then a man in a traditional sarong, walking into the tree line. Always in the background are forested hills, pushing up into the sky.

 

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    • Thank you!
      To be honest, I haven’t yet decided what to do with them. At the moment I have a nice little collection building in my diary-which-never-had-a-chance-to-become-a-diary. Who knows, maybe at some point I’ll put them all together in a journal together with travel anecdotes and tips, and see if anyone likes it enough to publish it for me. That would be fun!

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