Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Old and new

Clyne Valley, where George and I walk most days, has a long industrial history. The steam train to mid-Wales used to run through it and there were railway sidings, bell pits, a quarry, arsenic works and the old Killay brickworks. Today nature has successfully reclaimed its own and very few traces can be found of its past, except for occasional glimpses of the remains of old brick paths.

I don't know if you can tell from this rather blurry photo but the small green shoot has grown up through a crack in the dry dead leaf.