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