I’ve been woken up this morning by the bright sun. The five of us are still here in the middle of nowhere…Supplies aren’t bad at the moment, we’ve essentially got a whole food car stuffed with tinned things. Unfortunately burner fuel is running low, so we’ll soon be eating everything cold.
We’ve not started the train up for a couple of days now, the air powered doors are difficult to open, but on the plus side all of the exterior doors are locked tight.
Fran is being sick after every meal, we think it’s something to do with the trauma of Henry. I wish he was here with us right now.
Tom, it’s good to hear from you, although other things have taken my time so far, I’ve been thinking of you, Jim, and Leo. I hope we hear from the other two soon…