A Gurt Heap of Stone

In a landscape that is now predominantly rural and agricultural it’s easy to forget that in a previous era it was heavily industrialised. Walking along muddy trackways between fields sprouting with cereals suddenly you come across a legacy of the past, abandoned, overgrown or in this case collected. 

At one point a railway ran alongside the River Derwent, crossing a meander here twice in its journey, joining Tendley Limestone quarry with the harbour at Workington. I’ve been told that these sandstone blocks are the remains of the bridges.

I don’t how long they’ve been here or who decided to put them here. 
Like the old brick pile in my garden, but on a rather larger scale, I suppose they thought they might come in handy sometime.