Token Exchange

A non-stop wedding train hurries through Abergynolwyn at lunchtime.  Matthew and Paul, two of our Traffic Department inspectors and our roster clerks had a civil ceremony in Abergynolwyn station this afternoon.  There's a church blessing tomorrow morning and another train at tea-time, followed by a party at Neuadd Pendre, the hall at the edge of Tywyn which is home to a restored Wurlitzer organ.  The organ may be played tomorrow night.   Here Liz has her arms out ready to exchange the token in her hand for another one, a yellow one, without which the train cannot continue to Nant Gwernol.  The train I was guarding needs to take a green token as it heads back down the line.  Only one can be removed at any one time from the interlocking machines at either end of each section.   Before this system was developed in Victorian times, there were some nasty accidents.

Having woken feeling distinctly under the weather, I was glad to have an assistant and a trainee today.  My assistant, a little older than me, benefitted as he got to do all the guards duties (under my supervision) which is the best kind of way learn.  A cold wind rather spoiled a sunny day but I was able to enjoy the sun after work when Meg had a run.  A quiet night in, enjoying Beyond Paradise which is every bit as good as Death in Paradise.   Oh, and I will get an early night!