Thorner - Rail Track - Mist
The old track lies quiet now, its iron memory softened by moss and mist, carrying only footsteps where engines once roared. Between the two villages the path runs straight as an oath, laid down in an age of steam and certainty. Fog gathers where the rails once gleamed, as though the past still breathes beneath the soil. Trees stand like witnesses, remembering the smoke that once curled skyward in another time. Walkers tread where travellers once sped, moving through the layered hush of history. And in that quiet stretch of land, the old line dreams on, neither gone nor forgotten.
Thorner - Rail Track - Mist
The old track lies quiet now, its iron memory softened by moss and mist, carrying only footsteps where engines once roared. Between the two villages the path runs straight as an oath, laid down in an age of steam and certainty. Fog gathers where the rails once gleamed, as though the past still breathes beneath the soil. Trees stand like witnesses, remembering the smoke that once curled skyward in another time. Walkers tread where travellers once sped, moving through the layered hush of history. And in that quiet stretch of land, the old line dreams on, neither gone nor forgotten.