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So tired…

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011

…Walked all day

I said I’d post

I didn’t…..

I will….


Sunday, July 31st, 2011

Finally, I’ve got signal and it’s safe to post.

I won’t explain now.  Too tired.

Must sleep.

Hope others are ok.

We are still alive…

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

…but I’ve no idea what to write…

We’re all bored stiff.  We haven’t moved in a week, we’re not sure we want to venture back to Machynlleth just yet.

Tom, it’s good to see that you are still with us.  I’m not sure where the railway will take us to be honest, I rather apprehensive about leaving the Cambrian line as once we are off, we may need to manually reset points to get back on it, doing that would require someone getting off the train…

I’ll try and post more often, there just isn’t much to write about…

Late night loafing

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011

I’m just kicking about the train, everyone else is in bed.  We’ve had so little trouble recently that we don’t worry about watching out for attacks.  Also, when we have been ‘attacked’ the train has held up pretty well…

I’ve been sitting with my nose pushed up against the window, looking out.  It’s thrashing it down.  It’s windy.  Its the kind of weather that you just want to be tucked up in your own bed.  I’m rapidly forgetting what things like that are like…

Ruddy signal

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011

The bloody signal on these phones is crap.  Every few miles it just drops out!

Things on the train are OK.  We’ve no water left in any of the toilets, so we’re flushing with big bottles of water.  The waste goes right onto the track, so we’ve found we’ve got to move because the stench becomes quite unbearable…

Fran has lost a lot of weight, and while she is still being sick, it’s less often and less violent.  Beth is trying her best to comfort her, but she has also hardly spoken a word since Harry was taken.  It seems just like yesterday, it’s so fresh in my mind, I can’t imagine what it must be like for Fran.

Our plan is to venture back towards Shrewsbury in the next week or so, see what’s what out there…


Monday, July 4th, 2011

OK, I’m getting worried now.  We’ve heard nothing from anyone else, surely three people in separate locations can’t just disappear!?

Still nothing?

Friday, July 1st, 2011

Has everything gone down?  We’ve been camped out in a mobile blackspot, not on purpose, we just stopped there and didn’t want to move to soon due to the engine noise.

We’ve pretty much settled in now, each having our own little space.  With the extra tools we brought aboard we’ve made some seats into beds to make things a little more comfortable.

Fran is still being sick a lot, we’re really worried about her.

Is everyone OK?

Wednesday, June 29th, 2011

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…


Monday, June 27th, 2011

We haven’t moved since my last post.  We’re bored, and tired.  I’ve had two people on lookout, checking both ends of the train.

Why oh why didn’t I pack the monopoly?

A long day

Sunday, June 26th, 2011

It’s been a hell of a long day.  We hauled our way up to Pwllheli and back again at 25mph, just incase anything was on the line.  Thankfully everything was clear.  We came back slightly faster, but we’re afraid that other people may have a similar idea to us and be coming the other way – this railway only has one line with a few passing places. (more…)