Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON
So there I was, walking down the pier at Semaphore, trying to get a shot of the sand dunes and the beach and the gulls - and I heard the whistle of the miniature train about two hundred metres behind me. I knew the mini-train had pulled into Semaphore and I knew it would be gone in a couple of minutes. Now I'm no Olympic sprinter, but I was out of there like a shot. Back across the pier, then trying my best to race across the sand (yes, I know it must have looked funny, but we'll discuss that later). I got to the train just as the driver climbed into the cabin to reverse back down the track.
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