Posted by on Jan 13, 2019 | 20 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being sacked out is in my nature…is it in yours?

Well, some days don’t you just feel like kickin’ back and contemplating the winter’s day and the beautiful sunsets and the braying of donkeys in the distance (sort of) and the lovely smells of woodsmoke from the little fireplaces in the fishermen’s cottages of our village.

And then, a train goes by in the distance, which is pretty rare lately, but still…trains were big in mama’s childhood and she used to run out the whole length of the yard at her grandma’s house and wave at the conductor and then the caboose person, whoever that is.

I’m pretty sure trains nowadays do NOT have cabooses, or do they?  Mama even remembers standing on the caboose’s platform, leaning against the railing long ago, on a passenger train, and watching the world recede as they sped along.  Mama loves trains–I’m sure you’ve have the picture by now.

But I, thinking of all that rocking and rolling and speed and starting and stopping, just want to lie here by the fire and imagine train travel…

But every now and then, I find myself saying “choo choo, choo, choo”…whatever that is.

But I do sort of resemble a caboose, no?