Where the Trains Once Passed

Haiku

Broken railway sign
Tracks fade into shadowed green—
Fire warms the dark

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I set out today in search of a dock, drawn by the idea of water near a place that feels so far from the sea. The sat nav had other plans, leading us instead into the quiet village of Flixborough. It was only when we followed a footpath that the landscape began to reveal itself.

The Mineral Railway- a line once built for industry now softened by time. Stones still lie where trains once passed, sleepers remain—weathered, holding memory without rails. I walked slowly here, aware that each step followed a path laid for a different purpose.

Then the tunnel appeared, pulling me forward.

Inside, the light faded, replaced by something more uncertain. Yet there were signs of life—a small fire, a trace of presence. Someone else had passed through, perhaps seeking the same shelter, the same pause.

The landscape shifts again. Not abandoned—just re-invented.

Taken with the Fuji X100VI