Level

The level crossing I go over on the way to the beach most mornings. I'll admit I used to be very nervous crossing there and back with the dogs but now it doesn't bother me at all. The times there has been a train going past you can hear the rails singing whilst the train is still a small shape in the distance. Today was one of the rare days we heard the tune and had to wait for the train to pass but it gave me time to inspect the new 'things' which had appeared by the pedestrian gates since the weekend. Still have no idea what they are for and they are still covered in black plastic but no doubt all will become clear soon.