Almost needless to say he's been toting his camera around again. He's caught this great shot of storm clouds gathering over Lee Moor, and not a train in sight. Although I daresay Bern could tell you where they used to run within the vista, or if they did, before Dr Beeching did his worst.
A miscellany of heaven-only-knows-what along with opinionated nonsense from the largest village in Cornwall. Plenty of silliness, very little of merit and the occasional tirade.
Monday, October 06, 2008
Bern the Lens Sends Another
Bern the Lens has sent another email from his relaxing and well earned retirement; all is well in his world and, to quote, he's missing work in our dear ticket office "...like a headache."
Almost needless to say he's been toting his camera around again. He's caught this great shot of storm clouds gathering over Lee Moor, and not a train in sight. Although I daresay Bern could tell you where they used to run within the vista, or if they did, before Dr Beeching did his worst.
Almost needless to say he's been toting his camera around again. He's caught this great shot of storm clouds gathering over Lee Moor, and not a train in sight. Although I daresay Bern could tell you where they used to run within the vista, or if they did, before Dr Beeching did his worst.
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