The end of the line

Now, this could be about fishing, or flying a kite, or even using punctuation properly, come to think of it.

But, it’s about a forlorn train locomotive that sits abandoned on a rusty set of tracks, just 2 minutes walk from my house.

It once pulled carriages filled with local families and tourists between my town and another further up the line. Now, due to a lack of finances, it is slowly fading away, corroding and becoming a home to spiders.

Little children still get a thrill from climbing up the steps into the engineer’s cabin. It must look so huge and powerful to them.