All aboard the golden hour: next stop, somewhere slightly off-track.

📸 Snap It

I didn’t plan to end up here. The sky was shifting into something spectacular — all warmth and stretch — and I’d was on my way to meet a colleague for a coffee before a training course. Then came this: two rusted tracks slipping into blur, pointing at nothing and everything depending on how you frame it.

The light was doing too much to ignore. Summer softness pouring across gravel and steel, as if the whole scene had been waiting for someone to notice.

It reminded me that not all journeys involve movement. Sometimes, the still moments catch more than the ones chasing speed. Pause. Take it in. Snap what’s in front of you before it fades — because it will.

No trains. Just dawn settling in, with the hum of the day’s beginning and that slow, certain feeling that you’re exactly where you didn’t know you needed to be.

Snap it.