The steam now arriving on platform.... 

and the journey into the mist of tomorrow begins. 

ok is that meant to happen when I pull this chain? 

Ghosts of the machine 

Just hope the sandwiches are bit younger.... 

Colour of the recent present meets the fading of the age passed. 

The fire breath cloaks the metal paths of man. 

Third generation horsepower awakens to the mornings work. 

Memories of what once was and what is hoped to be. 

Metal creatures of modern man, recall the age when nature lived freely in these waters. Like prayer sticks, left to act as the call to nature to return. 

On towpaths once trodden worn by horse and human, now a memory of lives once hard, lived as statements on traditions once lived and not understood. 

While man's creation on water fades, nature's swims on. 

Second horsepower fading in to industrial heritage. What once was hard, now becomes a place of recreation and lazy wealth. 

coming alive in the rays of the sun 

Alive to the days when his kind ruled the land's workforce 

As the sun hit the hills crest, the oast houses catching the warmth on their tips, the horse strode over the edge.