Their used to be trains here...#1

Local legend tells of the old man on the corner who converted his large garden into a train track. Children would ride their bikes in from miles around to peer over his garden wall and watch him perched atop of his control tower directing traffic.

Now he has passed away the track is gradually being eaten by harsh winters and undergrowth.

In an absence of urban decay to blip it looks like suburban decay can still tell a story.