And thus, the beat goes on

“How much further is it?”

The Rail Guard leading us along the track glanced back momentarily, “Quite a way I’m afraid” and as an after thought, “. . . sorry, did you need a hand with your kit?”

“No. I’ll be fine.” I lied.

An ambulance crew caught us up and as we all stumbled along the track in darkness the conversation between them moved inevitably onto the topic-du-jour.

It was about a mile before we arrived . . . “That’s another two medics handed in their notice on our complex” Continue reading