Railway Hotel

We were walking on the edge of the road, on Gingell St, then for some reason, decided to get back on the path. We heard a crack, and both looked up – and a huge branch from one of the trees, just a few feet to the side of us, dropped – on to the bonnet of a car, going towards the station.” We stood there, stunned, when a man and a woman got out of the car. The man leant on the bonnet, lit a cigarette and said to the woman “It’s lucky there’s a pub there. I think we need a drink.”