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                shot near Inchbonnie from the previous trip fails to qualify as
                a sunset shot so I think we'll call it "moody"
                instead. Stop looking for the train, there isn't one. | 
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		| |  |  | 31
                March. I've missed the KR locos on 842 so wait around for Mike
                Kilsby, playing offside east of the divide, heading the Hoki
                train west | 
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		| |  |  | I'm
                not piloting the only piece of noisy
                old green English machinery running over the hill this
                morning | 
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		| |  |  | However
                the next fellow, who's come this far via riverbeds and
                mountaintops, makes the Mini's scampering over the hillside look
                positively pedestrian. | 
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		| |  |  | Bah.
                More mismatched nonsense at Te Kinga | 
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		| |  |  | And
                more into Moana. I'm not normally one for dabbling in the
                reality distortion cults, but must admit that quite a few poles
                were eradicated from this picture. Had to do something to
                recover this shot. Sorry about the lighting. | 
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		| |  |  | The
                same train departing Moana after a crossing with 846 | 
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		| |  |  | Next
                morning the weather is perfect but the KR locos have been
                replaced with not only odd-socks, but dirty odd-socks at that.
                At least DX 5327 almost hides the trailing snotbonnet with its
                nice clean nose, picked up after an altercation late last year.
                Note how it contrasts with the putrid shade of faded vomit on
                the Toll loco. | 
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		| |  |  | 804
                approaches Otira after the crossing at Jacksons. Much to the
                amusement of the Ontrackers carrying out some remedial work on
                this wee bridge, I had the tripod set right down in the water
                with me sitting next to it on a handy dry rock. The DC was
                popped exactly as planned, but wouldn't have minded getting a
                little more train in... Perhaps when nobody is looking I'll
                Photoshop a carriage in... Lucky to get the blues though instead
                of the dirty green grub that was in our Premier Tourist Train's
                previous loco allocation. | 
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		| |  |  | After
                a slow trip over the hill during peak roadworks season, a rapid
                vertical amble is required to get up the hill above Cass in
                time. | 
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		| |  |  | And
                a short while later, a rare visit to one of the classic spots on
                the The Cass Bank nets empty 841. And that's that then | 
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