In march of last year we took a walk along the railway line
with some friends of ours.
We were walking along the old, and now disused Waterford
to Dungarvan line.
Last Monday we walked another section, finishing up with
a picnic by the side of the old track.

A battered signal indicated its original use.

The track glowed with blooming Gorse.

And the yellow catkins of willows.

The Victorian engineers had built the line with great skill.
The basic structure has withstood elegantly the many tests of
both taste and time.

Through the window of a long abandoned farm.

Picnic