(1000 words) We were headed into a green tunnel. On both sides of the path, stretching back many yards, was a wall of burgeoning saplings, mature trees, bracken, vines, beds of nettles - a mass of lush verdant vegetation, flourishing in chaos. Dappled sunlight filtered through the greenery, here and there turning patches of leaves a variegated yellow. Elsa pointed ahead to a row of low concrete columns that seemed to stretch forever along the left-hand side of the path. “What’s this granddad?” “Ha, this was a platform. That’s the edge. Trains used to stop here.”