A Valentines quickie!
Feb. 14th, 2006 11:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyringOh lord - what a day. I've been flat chat since about five this morning, geting all the things I need to do done. And still not finished. Probably get to bed at one in the morning.
Let's see. Went into town this arvo and bought a sorely needed new pair of boots. And a shirt to go with them. Won't look like my usual op-shop refugee. Nor will I trip over the laces that keep on undoing themselves in my old shoes. Best of all, with brand new boots I won't have to scrub them for Kiwi Kustoms.
Finally rocked up at the Canberra Station with moments to spare. Stepped onto the platform and here's an old brown diesel rail car pulling up with Yvonne and Dave hanging out of the windows, dressed up to the nines. A madcap trip, with books everywhere, bowls of petunias, half the comapny with cameras hanging off every limb taking photographs of anything railwaylike.
Queanbeyan Station and here's everyone else. More books, more guests, table set up in the station entrance. Here comes the happy couple, looking absolutely glorious. They both scrub up pretty good!
Pictures later on Flickr.
Lovely ceremony; every moment captured on camera. Lots of smiles and laughs. Sounds of railway and engines in the background as the railcar was moved away.
Afterwards, they changed back again, dining train rolls up, decorated with white ribbons, we all pile in, find our tables, rose petals on the white tableclothes. Welcome drinks, start rlling north and then south towards Royalla, halfway tpo Cooma. Glass of wine as the sun goes down, kangaroos bounding along beside the train. Yvonne's father at our table - lovely bloke, agrees with me that Lonesome Dove is the best western ever. He's big on American history. I warmed to him immediately.
First course went down well, stop at Royalla, get out and find that Dave knows everything there is to know about trains and is impossible to fool. I indicate the purlingstrake on the side of the carriage and mention gubbins, but no dice.
Main course, cut the cake, toast the bride and groom, have wonderful time. Very cheerful company.
Back to Queanbeyan, locals pile off, a few minutes later we arrive in Canberra, hugs and kisses all round, good night all!
Just listening to Jenny Kendalll-Tobias before getting my head down for a couple of hours before I catch the bus to Sydney at four in the morning.
Still have to make a tonne of release notes...
Let's see. Went into town this arvo and bought a sorely needed new pair of boots. And a shirt to go with them. Won't look like my usual op-shop refugee. Nor will I trip over the laces that keep on undoing themselves in my old shoes. Best of all, with brand new boots I won't have to scrub them for Kiwi Kustoms.
Finally rocked up at the Canberra Station with moments to spare. Stepped onto the platform and here's an old brown diesel rail car pulling up with Yvonne and Dave hanging out of the windows, dressed up to the nines. A madcap trip, with books everywhere, bowls of petunias, half the comapny with cameras hanging off every limb taking photographs of anything railwaylike.
Queanbeyan Station and here's everyone else. More books, more guests, table set up in the station entrance. Here comes the happy couple, looking absolutely glorious. They both scrub up pretty good!
Pictures later on Flickr.
Lovely ceremony; every moment captured on camera. Lots of smiles and laughs. Sounds of railway and engines in the background as the railcar was moved away.
Afterwards, they changed back again, dining train rolls up, decorated with white ribbons, we all pile in, find our tables, rose petals on the white tableclothes. Welcome drinks, start rlling north and then south towards Royalla, halfway tpo Cooma. Glass of wine as the sun goes down, kangaroos bounding along beside the train. Yvonne's father at our table - lovely bloke, agrees with me that Lonesome Dove is the best western ever. He's big on American history. I warmed to him immediately.
First course went down well, stop at Royalla, get out and find that Dave knows everything there is to know about trains and is impossible to fool. I indicate the purlingstrake on the side of the carriage and mention gubbins, but no dice.
Main course, cut the cake, toast the bride and groom, have wonderful time. Very cheerful company.
Back to Queanbeyan, locals pile off, a few minutes later we arrive in Canberra, hugs and kisses all round, good night all!
Just listening to Jenny Kendalll-Tobias before getting my head down for a couple of hours before I catch the bus to Sydney at four in the morning.
Still have to make a tonne of release notes...
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Date: 2006-02-14 01:26 pm (UTC)