forest_for_ever

As a child I often awake from a fading nightmare to peer at the shapes barely visible in the gloom. I my first career on the footplate I trundled across North London on lumbering freight trains at all hours of the night. It's truly scary what the mind can see until replaced by the cold light of dawn.

Hear Hear Said the Right ear to the Left, “Am I East or am I West? I need get my bearings!” “It depends upon how you look at it. I mean, to be North...