Hilton and Mears: That particular drumbeat...

For all the diversity of the language, it’s something to think about how often a few words are used so many different ways…We almost started posting 'Missing posters' around town. It was starting to feel like spring had gotten lost and even winter was starting to fidget and option ways to leave for feeling it had stayed too long. Finally the first of the crocuses have breached the surface of the ground and their colourful blooms are reminding the grass what it is like to feel alive again. It’s a time of rejuvenation across this ancient land. Even the oldest of old things can come alive to know itself as something new. I thought about that when this happened. I haven’t heard this particular drumbeat since shunters like 35 rummaged around in a field near Claremont looking for their rails but I’d know that chorus anywhere. Shoving feed loads for the mill into place as confidently as it breathes a rejuvenating feed of a different kind into a couple of enthusiastic railfans who gathered to…