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Treno Speciale con Ale801/940
In vista dell’imminente dismissione dell’ultimo complesso di Ale801/940 da parte di TFT, Hrail sta valutando la possibilità di organizzare un treno speciale che si terrà in una domenica di Ottobre del 2026 o in altre date. Foto – Filippo Benigni. Se siete interessati a partecipare sia per una foto che…
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Treno della Castagna
Una domenica sul Treno Storico Alla scoperta di Storia, Arte, Natura e Tradizioni del Casentino Un viaggio nel tempo a bordo di un autentico Treno Storico, composto dalle iconiche carrozze “Centoporte” e da eleganti carrozze di I classe. Un’esperienza unica per riscoprire il fascino della ferrovia d’altri tempi, attraversando alcuni…
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In Casentino Sulle orme di Francesco
Una domenica sul Treno Storico Alla scoperta di Storia, Arte, Natura e Sapori del Casentino Un viaggio nel tempo a bordo di un autentico Treno Storico, composto dalle iconiche carrozze “Centoporte” e da eleganti carrozze di I classe. Un’esperienza unica per riscoprire il fascino della ferrovia d’altri tempi, attraversando alcuni…
A journal in progress
Ordinary days, written down.
Two small children, one draughty house, and the parts of the week worth keeping. Written slowly, mostly at the kitchen table.
Written by Elin Marsh since 2019
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The front room, 7.42am
What to expect from our website & blog
214
entries since 2019, most of them short
Nothing here is sponsored and nothing is a system. It is one family writing down the weekday hours before they go, twenty minutes at a time.
Out of doors
Walks that were meant to be short, and the long argument about whether it counts as a hike if nobody wanted to go.
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What actually gets eaten
The suppers that get made on repeat, the recipes my mother posts in the mail, and honest notes on what the children pushed to the side of the plate.
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Slow trips
One bag, low expectations, and somewhere within a tank of fuel. The trips are small and the write-ups are honest about the parts that went wrong.
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It all happens at
the kitchen table
Lessons in the morning, potatoes in the afternoon, letters to grandparents when it rains. Most of what ends up on this blog started at the same scrubbed table, and the entries read like it.
Days out, kept small on purpose
We stopped planning grand outings the year the youngest learned to say no. Now it is one flask, one field or one stretch of coast, and home before anyone is properly cross. Those days fill more of the archive than anything else.
“I came for the homeschooling notes and stayed for the Tuesdays. It is the only blog I still read slowly, the way you read a letter.”
Jane Smith
Reader since 2021
The Sunday letter
One short email at the end of each week. What got written, what got eaten, and a photograph that did not make it onto the blog.
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Six years of ordinary days, sorted by season. Start anywhere; the entries are short and nothing needs to be read in order.
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Say hello
Notes from readers get answered slowly but gladly, usually once the children are asleep. Tell me about your week.