Saturday morning shopping – don’t you just hate it? It cuts into our precious weekend hours, but there was no way Robin could have come out yesterday with his foot still playing up. So Saturday morning it had to be. Driving past the Station we could see it was a hive of activity. There were men in yellow jackets everywhere, and yellow tape strung in front the station. It looked like a bit of a clean-up was going on.
Down by the station
Some of the workers looked very young and I wondered if they were in fact youths doing probation work. Several were climbing up on scaffolding painting the facia board along the front of the station building. Others were wielding long handled brushes as they painted under the eaves. There was only one way to find out what was happening, I decided. So I approached a couple of official looking men standing by a van full of paint tins. If anyone knows what’s happening at the station, they looked like they certainly should.
They were only too happy to talk to me about the project. The group was from the local Mormon Church and they were doing voluntary work to help the community. The Railway Department had provided the paint and equipment for the job. And it turns out that our local Mayor had organised the whole thing. Presumably the church had offered man power for a voluntary community project and the station gets a face lift. What a good way to give something back to the local community.