As I mentioned in my previous posts, the lot of the Stationmaster at Santa Halt is not necessarily a happy one, thanks to the arctic blast that plays around his extremities- a piercing, searching, biting cold, to quote Charles Dickens.
As I mentioned in my previous posts, the lot of the Stationmaster at Santa Halt is not necessarily a happy one, thanks to the arctic blast that plays around his extremities- a piercing, searching, biting cold, to quote Charles Dickens.
