The big reveal

Trains, drains and bollards

I just so happened to have flown into New Zealand when I caught one of the last Southerner rail services about, gulp, two decades ago.

It was incredible. From memory I bought a pie and finished a book, as I whittled the hours travelling from Christchurch to my hometown of Invercargill.

Waaaay better than driving.

Imagine my surprise when flicking through the Dunedin City Council agenda for next Tuesday’s meeting, when I came across this.