Quarry Walks at Sunset

This town of mine has a million hangovers from her time in the peak of industrialisation. One such feature - a deep quarry, long ago abandoned to the elements and the locals The dog walkers edging its depths, the children swimming on hot days, anonymous faces dump ever more rubbish in to its depths, faceless youths drink by its side throwing in their bottles and cans and setting fires along her edge.

But there’s life here too. The tadpoles come en masse every spring. The fish swim along, only occasionally visible by a carefully peering set of eyes into the deep deep blue. Rabbits live at the top of the cliffs, making their homes in and out and up and down. Birds nest along the hard rock face, far away from the enemies reach. And plants do what they do best. They force themselves through cracks in the rock, creeping along edges and through man-made barriers, with no care in the world for enforced structure.

And the weather takes hold of everything. Rusting metal. Weathering plastic. Eroding stone.