At Last He Can Buy A Ticket
… his chosen train was confirmed. Did that mean he could not use, for example, the 1917, also VOU, also TER, also Keolis? It was not clear.
… he was warned IN Terrifying RED of how to change his TER ticket. It seems he would not face the guillotine if he was travelling on the same day – but only by TER, obviously?
… which seemed to satisfy Deep Throat. Then, and only then, he could buy a ticket …
… assuming his “carte bancaire” passed the lie detector test. So one thing left …
… did he want a receipt? Yes he did; to claim in his expenses application back at base.
… there was the distinct possibility that he would really, really, REALLY get a ticket.
And being his father’s son he rode top deck.
It did seem a tad claustrophobic, despite the larger loading gauge. On the way upstairs he had time to witness the way in which these trains show split destinations.
We that’s how he understood it.
This is the final result after an attempt to age the finish somewhat. It is noticeably reduced in height …
… and fits nicely
in Peterville village.
You don’t really notice the bodge to make it less tall! From a normal viewing distance, the barely “average” results of fbb’s wobbly left hand and his ARMD impaired eyesight are not overly obvious.