Oh boy, do I remember the DHR (Darjeeling Himalayan Railway)and its gasps of steam! It took me and my schoolmates up to Darjeeling for 9 months' incarceration in boarding school,and then later back down to the plains for our 3-month holiday with our parents on the plains. It made such an impression that I wrote about it in a book about my own and others' schooldays in India. The 'toy train'. as we called it, was a joyous form of transport coming home, but somewhat sadder on our way up at the beginning of the school year! No doubt hundreds of children experienced similar train journeys as they went up to the various wonderful Indian hill stations for their education at such schools, many of which still exist in India to-day despite the departure of the Brits. So we did leave one or two good legacies, didn't we? Hazel Craig