Yesterday I stood next to the rusting tracks of a narrow gauge railway

It was no longer operational having been closed some nineteen years previously

In my pocket I had a photograph taken when I was eight years old

 

At that time this little railway was running at weekends and on bank holidays

I had been treated to a ride between station a and station b and a walk to station c

It was during this walk with my father and brother that my photograph was taken

 

The photograph was taken at the exact spot where I stood for a while yesterday

In those days there had been a fence separating the railway from the beach path

But this was now derelict and decaying in the long sand grasses near the crossing