it had to be ants.



the town turned out,

a pound a time,

to see the model railway

of dolgellau.



amazing as it was,

as you know i do like tiny things,

expecially trains.



more astonishing was the conversation,

face close, on ants that bit up his legs

at bingo, formic acid and calamine

explained in detail.



thre train went by, with tiny noise,

as he rolled up his trouser leg to show me.



the explaination as detailed

as the dioramal, on and on and on.



a nice man.   my daughter saved me.







twice.



it was a good turnout, an excellent,

award winning model railway.

sbm.