On a train buzz perhaps because of soon being in the company of my favourite viaduct or p’haps because my son does not share my enthusiasm to visit the London Transport Museum. I acquired, in an unplanned venture, a slim history of CN Rail in or around Prince Rupert I think. It’s self published, inscribed by the author, including a sellotaped xmas card she sent to the reader.

Scooped a copy of Thomas Mann’s novel The Magic Mountain, which for some reason I associate with trains, the opening at least.

Anyway I am drifting off into warm Jimmy Knapp moments. Also, soon, I’ll be on the boat train, a route I spent half my life riding. Am glad to share it with my son. I’m actually relieved to be avoiding a plane/airport by taking it, despite the 800 percent longer journey time.  We have conversation and books and tea to fill the time.