Next stop Telarah

There are always trains going back and forth: passenger trains, goods trains and the mile-long, seemingly endless (when you’re waiting to cross the line at the Clyde Street lights) coal trains. Two of the sounds that I’ll always associate with Hamilton North, if I ever leave, will be the clanging of the crossing bell at the Clyde Street lights and the reluctant squeal of empty coal trucks being pushed back up the valley at night.

I see some trains regularly; the morning two-car passenger train to Telerah’s the most common. I wonder if people look down into the creek and think, there’s that bloke with his dog again.