Musing from summer of 1987
■ Did you notice that Banavie signal box was demolished in a single day? It came crashing to the ground on the sabbath. The speed with which it was ‘unbuilt’ was, however, more than matched by the alacrity with which souvenir hunters nicked the signboards proclaiming ‘Banavie’, which had been attached for decades to the sides of the cabin.
■ Norman’s bike had a near one last week. There it was, perched on the back of the dustcart (as we would call it), ready for him to take it off and take himself off at the end of the day’s collection. But a slight operational misunderstanding saw the bike getting perilously close to the jaws of the crusher. Only a timely intervention saved Norman having to transfer his bike into his haversack.