Ok, I’m falling behind. Let’s pick up where we were last time. Maybe we can catch up.
The four of us were sitting around a table in our coach room with a big window looking out on the woods and the Gatineau River. The trees were green. The sky was blue. The wild flowers were blooming along the route. We snacked on croissants and (real) butter and juice. We waved to people standing by the tracks as we made our way to Wakefield.
After about an hour and a half we arrived.
When we got off the train, we stopped to watch them turn the engine around to get it ready for the return trip.
Oh for heaven’s sake! The shower just stopped, so I know Trudy’s about to poke her head around the corner and tell me it’s time to go. We’ve got big plans for today, and time’s a-wasting. That’s what she’ll say.
Too little time. I have too little time. But I gotta go!
To be continued…