I'm back from a trip riding old trains in Sardinia, where several hundred kilometres of narrow-gauge railways remain. Some provide daily service, whilst others see just occasional use by tourist trains. The majority traverse lovely scenery, requiring spectacular engineering to cross deep valleys.
There was local interest in these unusual tourist workings too. At a wayside station two law enforcement officers turned up keen to take a close look at the old locomotive, which dates from the early 1930s. The driver, meanwhile, was busy oiling the motion. He needed to add oil several times during the journey, which took eight hours for a hundred miles or so (including two stops for coffee at station bars, several stops for water, and a lunch break.)
Taking water could be a precarious and inexact process. At the remote station where we paused for water, curious local people came from nearby houses to watch. One lady rushed home to return with a small child that simply had to be photographed next to the locomotive.
At the end of the journey, the locomotive was turned, requiring the muscle power of the whole train crew. The rarely-used turntable was rather stiff. This was Sorgono, the end-point of a rail journey made by D H Lawrence in 1921. He described his day-long trip up the branch line in Sea and Sardinia, marvelling at the twists and turns of the route as I did.