Sorry, it's the Clachnaharry Express again, but...

I was up on the footbridge with my camera, watching the train approach at even less than its usual stately fifteen miles per hour. I thought, this driver is giving me clicking time here. After my last click, she waved to me just before the train hurtled beneath me. I thought, that was a nice smile, that was a welcoming smile. I think I've got a click! The first in years. I will be back on that bridge tomorrow waving a bunch of flowers. Its the thought that counts.