Larry’s Diary, Week Three Hundred And Twenty-Four
Monday Good morning, my friends. It was lovely and sunny this morning when I woke up, not too cold when I popped out, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to rain. But the forecast [more…]
Monday Good morning, my friends. It was lovely and sunny this morning when I woke up, not too cold when I popped out, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to rain. But the forecast [more…]
Devastation struck Puffindom earlier in the year when readers heard of Mrs AWS’s Christmas present falling flat. Her once-in-a-lifetime diverted train trip from Carlisle to Preston via the scenic Settle-Carlisle railway suffered a last second [more…]
Monday Good morning, my friends. Today is a bit different, it is foggy! I do not think I have reported it being foggy in London since I started writing this diary, but it is not [more…]
Monday Good morning, my friends, I am beginning to get back into the diary routine after my enforced break. I hear my scribe has got four cruises booked for June and Christmas this year and [more…]
It’s Wednesday morning around 9:00 and I’m at Carlisle station. AWS didn’t manage to make his proposed rail journey down to Preston because of cancellations. Hongkonger has done rather better. The train at platform 3 [more…]
The big day arrives! Puffins will recall a previous unread article, Christmas Transport Catastrophe. This detailed the railway and motorway closures and diversions required as a West Coast Mainline bridge is being replaced over the [more…]
Following the outpouring of joy over the street cars of Paramaribo – complete with a trip to Kabelstation (where a rope-worked gondola spanned the Suriname River), and a railcar ride with the Queen of Holland, [more…]
Thank you for all your contributions below the line on last week’s article about my dreadful spelling. Turns out I don’t have some bizarre neurological condition after all; rather, I’m just like the rest of [more…]
A catastrophic disaster unparalleled in the history of transport unravelled itself towards the tail end of 2025. This threatens to ruin every little boy’s Christmas. Or does it? In fits and starts from the end [more…]
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