buter's BABY blog

A totally fun aspect to living in Telopea is the absolute mind boggling astoundingness of the daily commuter train to the city. There's 1, count them, one, (which by the way is neo spelled backwards) train that goes direct from our little station all the way into bustling Sydney town without having to stop and cool your heels, your backside, and other important parts, at Clyde for 20 minutes waiting for a connection. So if you've got any brains in your head, you'll either buy a dinosaur, or you'll make sure that you get to the station in plenty of time to get on the commuter train.

Once you've arrived at the station, with nothing to do apart from fight with the ticket machine, you might stand at the railing watching cars, err dinosaurs, go past. And if you do, you can't fail to notice the big ol' gazebo summerhouse thing...

Or is it?


Yes well I've been staring at it for nearly a year's worth of train trips and I still don't know what the tank thing is for.

Here's a close up in case you thought it really was a summerhouse:



Yeah. Didn't think so.