These layers of stone – revealed through weather exposure – sit atop a railway bridge wall. Whenever I walk over this bridge, I always look at this weathering whilst I stop and wait for the train to come along.
I don’t know how many times I’ve stopped here to see the train speed underneath but it’s always a thrill (it’s good to retain a child-like excitement for simple things I think!).
The driver – more often than not – will acknowledge my presence by sounding the horn (which frightens me every time!) and I usually try and wave a hand whilst trying to take a photograph of the speeding train at the same time.