Whispering Grass

The grass on the Welsh hills, as in much of the UK, is brown and dry.  Alongside the line, normally verdant and green, the dry stems brush against the train as it passes, whispering gently.  

A grand day out, although I had an unexpected experience on the way to start my guarding turn .... it rained, briefly.  The day then turned sunny and pleasantly warm, just perfect.  I had two fun trips guarding, aided by a very willing recently promoted seventeen-year-old assistant guard.  By contrast the engine driver was a friend of forty years standing.  Jamie was busy selling tickets at Abergynolwyn, assisting a station master considerably older than me!  Best of all we get to do it all again tomorrow :-)