BritRail Trains

Hello from Arta to Gabe.

This is what your Grandmother Wyona has been doing.

We have been taking brand new trains and ancient ones.

Today we took another of those old coaches when we got to the Isle of Wight.

Look at the windows in this coach.

Wooden sills.

Such old wood.

Varnished.

And on the upper window that can be opened, a small brass ring with which to open the window.

The train starts at a sleek, new station and we run from one coach to the other.

The conductor is calling to all of us, "Hurry, don't be late."

There wasn't musch to hurry for.

He was ready to take us down a 17 mile rail line at about 10 miles ona hour on a train that jostles back and forth and whistles with the sound that toy train whistles give.

When the train stops you can stand in the door and have your picture taken.

We put our luggage up by the train doors.

"Look, mummy, someone has left their luggage. Look mommy stop."

Another little boy walked down the platform making the train whistle sounds himself, in anticipation of the ride he was about to have.

Today Wyona made me take a picture for you, Gabe.

She wants hyou to know how much fun it will be to travel on the trains with her when you are older.

What I want my friends, like you, to know is how much fun it is to be beside a railroad track, both on the Isle of Wight and ... in British Columbia.

Arta