Quieter between trains…

As the leaves begin to turn orange we can see winters march, inevitable death and renewal but for the railway, this will be the end…

On a crisp October morning the Afon Dulas still twinkles, beautiful blue, glinting in the sun. 

The railway is an old man, yet younger than the land itself.

This landscape has seen the march and retreat of humankind. 

The railway promised prosperity but it too has succumbed to progress.

Today rather than bring wealth it helps man move for jobs and money in distant towns.

Those four trains a day are now just two, still proudly run to railway time.

Quieter between trains.

The railway men are sure they can hear the inevitable Reaper’s scythe being sharpened on the wind.

Pont Dulas is N, 60x23cm. A triumphant experiment of scenic ideas in this small cameo presentation. Here the blue Farish 108 (thanks Paul) brings the 1970s and the swan song of trains in the Dulas valley to life, and to death. 

To life.

And to remembering those we’ve lost.

Until next time, more soon…

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