Roger and his two sisters had boarded the night train and were making themselves comfortable in their small but functional compartment<\/p>\n
Gillian looked at the furnishings as she deposited her bag on the lower bunk<\/p>\n
Even though everything changes these compartments remain the same <\/i><\/p>\n
Look there is a shaving point above the sink <\/i><\/p>\n
I have shaved you know I do not own an electric razor <\/i><\/p>\n
Roger looked the busy platform that faced the sleeping coaches of the night train<\/p>\n
It was nearly 10.30 and to his surprise the station was still busy<\/p>\n
He guessed that a long distance train was about to arrive<\/p>\n
Who is having what bunk? <\/i><\/p>\n
Beach looked at Roger and then at Gillian<\/p>\n
Roger you have this bunk as you are the tallest and Gillian and I will have the bottom bunks <\/i><\/p>\n
All the bags are on the bottom bunk <\/i><\/p>\n
That is easily solved I will move them onto the top bunk<\/i><\/p>\n
What time does the train leave? <\/i><\/p>\n
In about half an hour <\/i><\/p>\n
Then there is time for supper <\/i><\/p>\n
If it is being served <\/i><\/p>\n
Supper is always served <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Just over an hour later the night train was travelling at high speed through Hertfordshire<\/p>\n
Beach was sitting in her bunk reading whilst Roger was standing at the window looking at the passing countryside<\/p>\n
It is surprising what you can see even at night <\/i><\/p>\n
I can see only black trees and black hills <\/i><\/p>\n
And cottages <\/i><\/p>\n
With late night lights <\/i><\/p>\n
People taking baths <\/i><\/p>\n
People watching television <\/i><\/p>\n
People smoking in their gardens <\/i><\/p>\n
They will all hear this train and say <\/i><\/p>\n
There goes the night train racing through the night <\/i><\/p>\n
You talk absolute tosh Roger <\/i><\/p>\n
Beach slid down from her bunk and stood next to her brother<\/p>\n
As she did so Gillian entered the compartment<\/p>\n
Beach everybody can see you <\/i><\/p>\n
What would have happened if I had brought the guard back with me?<\/i><\/p>\n
Then he would be disgusted and think that you were sharing your compartment with a man and a boy <\/i><\/p>\n
I would think that he would put you off at the next station <\/i><\/p>\n
Wherever that is <\/i><\/p>\n
Preston? <\/i><\/p>\n
I do not know <\/i><\/p>\n
There was a knock at the door<\/p>\n
Just a minute <\/i><\/p>\n
Gillian lightly grabbed Beach\u2019s arm and ushered her beneath the blankets of her bunk<\/p>\n
She opened the door<\/p>\n
A steward from the dining car stood nervously in the doorway<\/p>\n
Sorry to bother you Madam but are you Miss Beatrice Boo?<\/em><\/p>\n No I am Gillian Baxter<\/em><\/p>\n Do you have a Miss Beatrice Boo travelling with you <\/i><\/p>\n Yes <\/i><\/p>\n Then she left her purse in the dining car <\/i><\/p>\n As he spoke Beach emerged from under the blankets and without leaving her bunk leaned forward and took her purse from the embarrassed steward<\/p>\n Thank you <\/i><\/p>\n What is your name?<\/i><\/p>\n Graham <\/i><\/p>\n Thank you Graham that was so sweet of you <\/i><\/p>\n I am always losing things <\/i><\/p>\n The steward who was looking at his feet smiled weakly and left<\/p>\n He said something but his words were drowned by the noise of a passing train<\/p>\n Gillian closed the door<\/p>\n Really Beach you are such a bitch<\/i><\/p>\n I think that Graham has seen a woman\u2019s breasts before <\/i><\/p>\n Anyway I am so flat he most probably thought I was a boy <\/i><\/p>\n They are most likely laughing about you in the kitchens as we speak <\/i><\/p>\n Let them <\/i><\/p>\n Roger who had not become involved in the conversation turned around<\/p>\n Do you know that not all night trains have reached their destinations?<\/i><\/p>\n His sisters did not answer him<\/p>\n Gillian was sitting on her bunk smiling at her errant sister<\/p>\n Beach who was still sitting upright was examining the contents of her purse<\/p>\n Do you think I should have tipped him? <\/i><\/p>\n I think you did enough<\/i><\/p>\n As I was saying not all night trains reach their destinations <\/i><\/p>\n Do you remember a television series called the something lawn <\/i><\/p>\n The Camomile Lawn <\/i><\/p>\n That\u2019s it <\/i><\/p>\n Well part of it was set on a night train just like this <\/i><\/p>\n I remember it <\/i><\/p>\n There was an actress who was thrashing around wildly in her bunk <\/i><\/p>\n It was a memorable scene <\/i><\/p>\n Do you remember it Roger? <\/i><\/p>\n Yes <\/i><\/p>\n What was the name of the actress? <\/i><\/p>\n I cannot remember the name of the actress but the character she played was called Calypso <\/i><\/p>\n From Greek mythology?<\/i><\/p>\n Correct<\/i><\/p>\n Well she had the most amazing full breasts and I think of her every time we travel to Scotland<\/i><\/p>\n Do you Roger? <\/i><\/p>\n Not particularly <\/i><\/p>\n I wish I was like Calypso <\/i><\/p>\n I am glad you are not you would have sent the poor steward mad<\/i><\/p>\n Do you think he thought I was a boy?<\/i><\/p>\n Ask him He looked at his two sisters<\/p>\n Gillian was now reading a magazine but was not really interested in the content and Beach had returned to her book<\/p>\n Both were wearing identical glasses<\/p>\n I am not that tired so I am going to sit in the dining car and read\u00a0 as I do not want to hinder your sleep <\/i><\/p>\n What were you saying about night trains not reaching their destinations? <\/i><\/p>\n Another time <\/i><\/p>\n Suit yourself <\/i><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Over a hundred miles away Miles Kemp had parked his car in front of his farm<\/p>\n He was drunk<\/p>\n Miles Kemp was always drunk<\/p>\n He stumbled into his cottage and sat on the scruffy settee<\/p>\n He fell asleep instantly<\/p>\n As he did so the London bound express roared by<\/p>\n It shook the cottage as it always did<\/p>\n But it did not disturb Miles Kemp<\/p>\n The cottage was situated on a slope above the railway line and should he have wanted to watch trains pass it would have afforded Miles Kemp a perfect view<\/p>\n What Miles Kemp did not know was that when he had parked his battered old car he had not engaged the hand brake properly and the car had started to move down the slope towards the railway track<\/p>\n It had travelled only a few yards when it came to a halt<\/p>\n Its front wheel had become wedged against a small scar in the grass that had occurred when Miles Kemp had carelessly reversed his tractor a few days previously<\/p>\n Nothing happened at first but soon the sill of damp earth began to give way<\/p>\n Suddenly the car began to run towards the cow bridge which crossed the railway line<\/p>\n It gathered speed and smashed into the parapet and ended up hanging over the bridge<\/p>\n Some of the damaged stone from the bridge fell on to the track below but it did not disturb the high voltage overhead power cables<\/p>\n The runway car was positioned above the cables but had not fouled them<\/p>\n Although the noise of the collision had been considerable Miles Kemp had not heard a thing<\/p>\n The countryside around his tormented cottage was silent again<\/p>\n Miles Kemp was sleeping but not dreaming<\/p>\n Miles Kemp did not dream<\/p>\n In just over three hours the night train from London would pass under the cow bridge at high speed<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Roger was sitting in the deserted dining car<\/p>\n He was drinking coffee<\/p>\n Graham was sitting opposite him<\/p>\n I am sorry about my sister\u2019s behaviour she does it to shock <\/i><\/p>\n Don\u2019t worry it surprised me that\u2019s all but you get used to it <\/i><\/p>\n It is surprising how casual people are on these night trains <\/i><\/p>\n We see a lot travelling <\/i><\/p>\n How long have you worked for the railway company?<\/i><\/p>\n Just over eight years <\/i><\/p>\n But I have done the night trains for just over three<\/i><\/p>\n You must see life <\/i><\/p>\n Very much only last year somebody passed away on my train <\/i><\/p>\n I must say that that brought our journey to a rather sudden stop<\/i><\/p>\n I got to know Preston Railway Station very well <\/i><\/p>\n Are you always confident that the night express will arrive? <\/i><\/p>\n Yes <\/i><\/p>\n Why do you say that?<\/i><\/p>\n I am researcher and about a month ago I came across a report of the Wigan railway accident in August 1883<\/i><\/p>\n I am not aware of it <\/i><\/p>\n Basically a train was derailed as it passed through Wigan\u2019s North West station in the early hours of the morning and thirteen people lost their lives<\/i><\/p>\n What caused it? <\/i><\/p>\n It appeared that excessive speed caused the accident <\/i><\/p>\n The carriages which were rather ill matched but the first fifteen carriages passed through the station without incident\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n Sadly the sixteenth carriage and others derailed at a set of facing points and smashed through the station <\/i><\/p>\n Ouch <\/i><\/p>\n That would not happen today as safety is paramount <\/i><\/p>\n I agree <\/i><\/p>\n But that said accidents always occur <\/i><\/p>\n I prefer train travel to flying <\/i><\/p>\n So do I <\/i><\/p>\n Safer <\/i><\/p>\n I agree <\/i><\/p>\n Are you going all the way? <\/i><\/p>\n Yes we are staying in Edinburgh for a few days <\/i><\/p>\n My youngest sister Beatrice believe it or not holds down quite a responsible job<\/i><\/p>\n What does she do? <\/i><\/p>\n She works in art galleries and as you know there is a splendid one in Edinburgh spanning the tunnels near Waverley station <\/i><\/p>\n What does you other sister do?<\/i><\/p>\n She is a researcher like me <\/i><\/p>\n We do the research on all subjects just name them\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n For magazines books and everything <\/i><\/p>\n I have always wanted to write a book <\/i><\/p>\n Then do so <\/i><\/p>\n I do not have anything to write about <\/i><\/p>\n Write about your experiences on the night trains<\/i><\/p>\n You could fill many pages <\/i><\/p>\n Possibly <\/i><\/p>\n Would you like a whisky? <\/i><\/p>\n On the house<\/i><\/p>\n A nightcap <\/i><\/p>\n That is a nice thought <\/i><\/p>\n As Roger and Graham shared a small bottle of whisky Beach lay awake in her bunk<\/p>\n As normal she could not sleep<\/p>\n Gillian was lying on her back<\/p>\n In the dim light she could see her sister\u2019s breasts rise and fall almost in rhythm to the train<\/p>\n She wished that she had breasts like Gillian<\/p>\n So full<\/p>\n That is why she mocked her own breasts<\/p>\n She felt that she was punishing them<\/p>\n What a ridiculous thought <\/i><\/p>\n What is a ridiculous thought?<\/i><\/p>\n I was contemplating your breasts and I felt a jealousy <\/i><\/p>\n I wish I was like you <\/i><\/p>\n And I wish I was like you <\/i><\/p>\n Let me touch your hand<\/em><\/p>\n See there is electricity between us <\/i><\/p>\n There usually is between sisters <\/i><\/p>\n When do you think Roger will return?<\/i><\/p>\n He is probably chatting to someone <\/i><\/p>\n The poor steward <\/i><\/p>\n Possibly <\/i><\/p>\n Do you think I shocked him? <\/i><\/p>\n Yes that was naughty of you <\/i><\/p>\n Was it?<\/i><\/p>\n I did it on the spur of the moment it was not planned <\/i><\/p>\n I know <\/i><\/p>\n Do think it made Roger cross? <\/i><\/p>\n No he is used to your games <\/i><\/p>\n And really dear Beach I wish that I had the guts to do what you did but I am so dull <\/i><\/p>\n You are not dull <\/i><\/p>\n The look on the steward\u2019s face was incredible <\/i><\/p>\n So funny<\/i><\/p>\n I was so jealous of you <\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n Miles Kemp had two sisters one lived in South Africa but other lived nearby<\/p>\n She was concerned for her brother who had begun drinking heavily again<\/p>\n The farm was running at a profit but her brother was suffering from stress<\/p>\n He worked long hours<\/p>\n She had been expecting a call from him<\/p>\n He had promised to call her<\/p>\n But he had not kept his promise<\/p>\n Their father who had owned the farm before Miles had found comfort within the bottle and the drink slowly killed him<\/p>\n Miles was now forty-seven<\/p>\n Their father had died at forty-seven<\/p>\n Monica took her coat off of the hanger and walked towards the front door<\/p>\n Deep down she thought something was wrong<\/p>\n It was raining again and as she started her car she cursed the weather<\/p>\n Monica always cursed the weather<\/p>\n She did not like driving in the rain<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Roger had decided not to return to the sleeping compartment<\/p>\n He did not want to disturb his sisters<\/p>\n When they travelled to Scotland he quite often sat in the dining car<\/p>\n It was raining and the raindrops were chasing each other in frenzy on the carriage window<\/p>\n Gillian walked into the car<\/p>\n She was wearing her faded jeans and Rogers cream sweater<\/p>\n I thought I would find you here <\/i><\/p>\n Is Beach asleep? <\/em><\/p>\n I think so she is very quiet<\/em><\/p>\n I was thinking <\/i><\/p>\n What about?<\/i><\/p>\n Sue <\/i><\/p>\n How long has it been? <\/i><\/p>\n Six years <\/i><\/p>\n She is happily married again but I do find that I think of her at times especially when it is quiet <\/i><\/p>\n There are other Sue\u2019s out there<\/i><\/p>\n I know <\/i><\/p>\n Well at least you have experienced marriage <\/i><\/p>\n What have I got to show apart from a series of ex-boyfriends? <\/i><\/p>\n Do you think Graham is married?<\/i><\/p>\n I do not know in my view he is married to the job <\/i><\/p>\n I think that Beach quite shocked him with her prank <\/i><\/p>\n He says it happens all the time when his customers are not dying on him <\/i><\/p>\n As Roger finished his sentence the London bound express thundered by<\/p>\n He glanced at Gillian but did not say anything<\/p>\n When you were in the sleeping compartment you said something about not reaching our destination<\/i><\/p>\n I just have an uneasy feeling about this journey <\/i><\/p>\n Why? <\/i><\/p>\n Just a feeling in the pit of my stomach <\/i><\/p>\n You read too much Roger <\/i><\/p>\n Perhaps <\/i><\/p>\n Where are we <\/i><\/p>\n I am not sure <\/i><\/p>\n We have not reached Preston yet<\/i><\/p>\n Still in England <\/i><\/p>\n It is always a long journey <\/i><\/p>\n Imagine if we were Russian and were travelling on the Trans-Siberian Express<\/i><\/p>\n The journey takes days not hours and Beach would most probably have had us condemned to a gulag for insulting the steward <\/i><\/p>\n Twenty years in Siberia <\/i><\/p>\n Gillian smiled at her brother<\/p>\n I am going back are you coming with me? <\/i><\/p>\n No I will catch up with my shut eye in the hotel <\/i><\/p>\n Beach\u2019s thing does not start till four <\/i><\/p>\n Suit yourself but no more Sue thoughts <\/i><\/p>\n Promise <\/i><\/p>\n Gillian walked slowly away and it was she left the carriage that Roger realised that she was wearing his sweater<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n It took Monica almost half an hour to reach the farm<\/p>\n As she parked her car she was a little puzzled that her brother\u2019s car was not in its usual position<\/p>\n The lights were on in the cottage but she could not see his car<\/p>\n She saw her brother as soon as she opened the cottage door<\/p>\n He was slumped on the settee and had not even removed his coat<\/p>\n The room reeked of stale beer<\/p>\n She gently removed his coat and his boots which were surprisingly dry considering the weather<\/p>\n Because of her gentle consideration for her brother Monica visited him at least twice a month especially when she knew he had been drinking<\/p>\n Miles stirred<\/p>\n Rufus <\/i><\/p>\n No its Monica again <\/i><\/p>\n Where\u2019s Rufus?<\/i><\/p>\n In his bed I would imagine <\/i><\/p>\n It is where you should be <\/i><\/p>\n Leave me here <\/i><\/p>\n As you will <\/i><\/p>\n Where did you park the car?<\/i><\/p>\n What car? <\/i><\/p>\n Your car<\/i><\/p>\n Outside <\/i><\/p>\n It is not there<\/i><\/p>\n Miles did not answer and turned his back on his sister<\/p>\n Although slightly unusual Monica did not worry about the car<\/p>\n It was most likely still in the Seven Stars car park<\/p>\n Miles might have been placed in taxi by his so called friends<\/p>\n She spent the next few minutes checking that the house was secure and then after ensuring Miles was safe she left<\/p>\n Monica drove forward very slowly and stopped on the edge of the slope<\/p>\n Although the heavy rain was distorting the beams of her headlights she could see what had happened<\/p>\n Miles\u2019s car had rolled down the slope and had crashed into the cow bridge<\/p>\n For a moment she froze and then fumbled for her mobile only to realise that she had left it at home<\/p>\n She climbed out of her car and began to make her way down the slope towards the small bridge<\/p>\n It was as she neared the bridge that the gravity of the situation hit her<\/p>\n The car had crashed through the north wall of the bridge and was hanging at a shallow angle over the railway lines<\/p>\n Having lived at the cottage previously she was well aware that apart from the expresses there was not much traffic at night<\/p>\n She prayed that no trains would pass as she knew that it was likely that the vibrations would cause the car to fall<\/p>\n She had to think and think fast otherwise a great number of people could be killed<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Forty miles away Beach had decided to join her brother in the dining car as Gillian was now asleep<\/p>\n She could not sleep and the last station had woken her up once and for all<\/p>\n She was also worried about her presentation<\/p>\n Beach dressed in the dark as she did not want to disturb Gillian<\/p>\n Her jogging bottoms were easy to find bot she could not find her tee shirt so she borrowed Roger\u2019s sweater<\/p>\n As she left the compartment she looked at her sister who was lying on her back with her right arm above her head<\/p>\n The pose reminded Beach of the television series that she had once watched although she could not recall its title<\/p>\n It was something to do with Greek mythology<\/p>\n Roger was reading the previous days newspaper<\/p>\n Could you not sleep?<\/i><\/p>\n No <\/i><\/p>\n Coffee<\/i><\/p>\n Not yet <\/i><\/p>\n You are wearing my sweater <\/i><\/p>\n Sorry I could not find anything else without waking Gill <\/i><\/p>\n Are you worried about tomorrow? <\/i><\/p>\n A little<\/i><\/p>\n You have visited these people before <\/i><\/p>\n I know but it still makes me nervous why you think I had some fun earlier on<\/i><\/p>\n Tomorrow or today as it is I will be Beatrice Baxter and\u00a0 when all the kind words are complete I will asking them for their cooperation in staging a number of exhibitions <\/i><\/p>\n Now I am just plain old Beach Boo who does not have a care in the world <\/i><\/p>\n Who would you rather be? <\/i><\/p>\n The trouble is I do not know the answer<\/i><\/p>\n Do you know what the Greek is for sea? <\/i><\/p>\n No should I? <\/i><\/p>\n It is Pontus which strictly means that the sea is the road to adventure <\/i><\/p>\n This train is your ship <\/i><\/p>\n The ship of Ulysses <\/i><\/p>\n Do you know the story?<\/i><\/p>\n The one featured in the television series?<\/i><\/p>\n No one of the characters just had the same name <\/i><\/p>\n Calypso <\/i><\/p>\n The one with the big breasts <\/i><\/p>\n Yes <\/i><\/p>\n The one who thrashed around on the night train in a compartment like ours<\/i><\/p>\n From now on I will associate the two <\/i><\/p>\n Well Ulysses was shipwrecked and ended up on Calypso\u2019s island <\/i><\/p>\n I believe they became lovers and she wanted him to stay <\/i><\/p>\n But he would not <\/i><\/p>\n She offered him immortality <\/i><\/p>\n But he longed for the sea and the adventures it brought him <\/i><\/p>\n And the dangers<\/i><\/p>\n Yes and the dangers <\/i><\/p>\n What I am trying to say and say quite badly is that you will need to continue your voyage <\/i><\/p>\n When you tire then just return to Beach Boo <\/i><\/p>\n She does not take life too seriously <\/i><\/p>\n Sometimes you are Beatrice and sometimes you are Beach Boo <\/i><\/p>\n You are lucky that you have two identities <\/i><\/p>\n Most of us only have one <\/i><\/p>\n That is why I was so hurt when Sue left me <\/i><\/p>\n There was no one I could turn to <\/i><\/p>\n Does it still make you unhappy? <\/i><\/p>\n Yes but I am over it<\/i><\/p>\n But I do think about her at times especially when I am travelling <\/i><\/p>\n I think that I might have that coffee now <\/i><\/p>\n I am not sure if Graham is around <\/i><\/p>\n Should I apologise to him?<\/i><\/p>\n No I am sure you made his day <\/i><\/p>\n His Calypso moment <\/i><\/p>\n Yes his Calypso moment <\/i><\/p>\n Calypso with small tits <\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n Monica began thinking straight<\/p>\n She would have to alert the authorities<\/p>\n So that any trains could be stopped<\/p>\n She scrambled up the slope towards the cottage<\/p>\n Miles always carried a mobile with him<\/p>\n The cottage used to have a telephone but Miles insisted that it be removed as he did not use it<\/p>\n How she regretted his decision<\/p>\n Monica flung the cottage door open hoping to wake Miles<\/p>\n But he was in a deep drunken sleep<\/p>\n She shook him but without success and pulled his mobile from his jeans<\/p>\n Without looking she tapped 999 into the silver keyboard<\/p>\n It was then to her absolute horror she realised that the phone was dead<\/p>\n Miles had neglected to charge it<\/p>\n Fuck you Miles fuck you <\/i><\/p>\n She slapped his face but he did not react<\/p>\n Then for no reason she looked up at the kitchen clock and realised that the night train to Scotland was due to pass as it did each night<\/p>\n Monica ran down the slope towards the cow bridge and stood in front of the crashed car<\/p>\n She considered her options<\/p>\n Run along the track and warn the train<\/p>\n No the driver would not see her<\/p>\n And of course a train could come the other way<\/p>\n She knew that she only had one option<\/p>\n This was to push the car onto the tracks<\/p>\n Its fall would bring down the power cables and hopefully this would alert the signalmen<\/p>\n Through the wind and rain Monica thought she could hear the night train as it whistled through the town station<\/p>\n It would be seven miles away and travelling at top speed<\/p>\n She began to push the car but it would not move and then gravity took hold and the car toppled from the bridge onto the track below<\/p>\n There was a huge flash which threw Monica to the ground and then a large explosion<\/p>\n That was the last thing that Monica remembered<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Roger and Beach were standing in the vestibule as the carriage had become a little stuffy<\/p>\n Out of the corner of his eye Roger saw a flash which lit up the low wet clouds for an instant<\/p>\n The train suddenly jolted throwing Beach to the floor<\/p>\n What\u2019s happening are we going to crash? <\/i><\/p>\n No the driver has hit the emergency brake that\u2019s all <\/i><\/p>\n You said we were going to crash <\/i><\/p>\n I said I had a feeling but we are not going to crash be brave <\/i><\/p>\n Beach was sitting on the floor staring at the carpet<\/p>\n What is it?<\/i><\/p>\n I think it was some kind of explosion <\/i><\/p>\n It lit up the sky for an instant <\/i><\/p>\n Gillian ran towards them and was joined by other passengers<\/p>\n There was confusion<\/p>\n Suddenly Graham appeared from the dining car<\/p>\n What\u2019s happened? <\/i><\/p>\n Have we hit anything?<\/i><\/p>\n Keep calm ladies and gentlemen it appears that something or someone has brought down the overhead power cables just ahead of us <\/i><\/p>\n As you can see this train is now stationary <\/i><\/p>\n We are in no danger <\/i><\/p>\n Please return to your compartments and wait for further announcements <\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n At eight fifteen that evening Roger Gillian and Beach were sitting in a restaurant not far from the Scott Memorial in Edinburgh<\/p>\n Well congratulations to Beach on a job well done<\/i><\/p>\n It was a long and hazardous journey but we made it <\/i><\/p>\n Did you find anything more about the incident? <\/i><\/p>\n There is not much coming out but it appears that a woman managed to drive her car through the wall of a bridge and it fell on to the railway line <\/i><\/p>\n Was she killed?<\/i><\/p>\n No she was injured but not seriously <\/i><\/p>\n That\u2019s good to hear <\/i><\/p>\n But that\u2019s all I found out so far <\/i><\/p>\n It appears that we will be travelling back via Berwick and York and this time it will not be on a sleeper I am glad to say <\/i><\/p>\n Roger and his two sisters toasted each other<\/p>\n To Beach <\/i><\/p>\n To Beach <\/i><\/p>\n Do you know that sounds slightly ridiculous? <\/i><\/p>\n Roger do you remember our conversation about Calypso and Ulysses?<\/i><\/p>\n Yes<\/i><\/p>\n Well today I am going to stay with her on the island as I have had my fill of adventure for a while <\/i><\/p>\n Does your elbow still hurt?<\/i><\/p>\n No<\/i><\/p>\n Gillian touched her sister\u2019s bruised elbow<\/p>\n Ouch it is a little sore <\/i><\/p>\n Do you realise Beach that you were the only casualty apart from the poor woman who crashed her car <\/i><\/p>\n Then in future I think we should all listen to Calypso and stay on her island <\/i><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Roger and his two sisters had boarded the night train and were making themselves comfortable in their small but functional compartment Gillian looked at the furnishings as she deposited her bag on the lower bunk Even though everything changes these compartments remain the same Look there is a shaving point above the sink I have […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3092"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3092"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3092\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3092"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3092"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3092"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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