Ho hum, a smelly candle. Very unimaginative lot my cow-orkers, three bottles of wine, two tins of biscuits, a calendar and a cook book. There was one interesting present, one that invoked much amusement and howls of laughter, but that would be telling…

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Riding home I finally managed to stop and take a photo of the great mass of mysterious yellow railway equipment that’s been sitting on the tracks these last two weeks. They fire up at around nine thirty at night and head out with much flashing lights, their nefarious deeds to perform, then come clanking and thumping back to roost at around 04:30 in the morning.