Grinding The Rails

In the sleepy town of Wanganui, where the grass whispered secrets to the wind and time ambled by like a leisurely stream, the old 9671 locomotive was a legend on rails. It had chugged along the same tracks for decades, a vibrant yellow guardian of the town's memories, connecting the people to the world beyond the meadows. On this sun-drenched afternoon, as it rumbled past the familiar wooden fences and waved to the wildflowers, the train carried not just letters and parcels, but the stories and dreams of Meadowfield's residents, each journey weaving another thread into the rich tapestry of the town's history.