Trestle

When I run through town, I mostly like to nosey at the houses and gardens, but when I ran under the train trestle that takes the track over the river, I had to stop and look. It was one of those Chicken-Little moments when you think the sky is falling. And then I heard voices too and realised there were two women walking up there, chatting.

Following the railway theme of last Friday, I went round to the end and followed the track out onto the trestle, across the river and back.

You see the sky through the sleepers? And the two pieces of wire serving as a fence? They look don't look so bad from down here.....