I'd like to offer a profuse and public apology to the driver of the 8:47 passenger train from Norwich to Cambridge this morning.
There are two unmanned foot crossings within a couple of miles of here and today we walked the dogs across the one where you can't see the signals. It was fine on the way over - there are only about 3 trains an hour and it's a straight piece of track.
On the way back, however, I ventured so far out of my comfort zone I almost required to show a passport.
I led the group, or rather followed the enthusiastic Lily on her lead, as I opened the wooden gate and ventured onto the line, glancing as I did to the right to see .... a train approaching at full tilt!!! I immediately pulled on the lead to get Lily back behind the gate but in doing so slid ass over tit on the wet wooden crossing boards and dropped the lead.
Let's sum up where we were at this stage:
1. Train fast approaching and driver frantically blasting hooter.
2. Me lying flat out across the track directly in his path.
3. Lily running around madly unchecked and dragging the heavy extending lead.
4. Mrs Rine behind at the gate dragging a reluctant Ozwald who was on a go slow.
I can't spin this out much longer as I'm starting to get flashbacks and the laundry bill is big enough as it is.
"Mrs Rine to the Rescue!" sounds like an Enid Blyton yarn, but she bravely pushed past me (?!) to grab Lily's lead whilst I creaked up from the wet wooden floor and limped across to the far gate just as the poor traumatised driver flashed past. The only injury was a strained finger.
I'm really sorry about this Mr Driver. There was a fatal accident last year at the next crossing up so this was certainly no joke. Please don't try this at home kids.
If you can come up with a better title for this post, however, I'd be grateful.