Parallel Lines

I went out looking for an old railway station this morning.
I knew roughly where it is meant to be (which is more than the sat-nav does ….. even with a postcode!).
I failed to find it.
Back home using several different maps it would appear that a farmer has put up a large, official looking sign stating that the correct road is private and has no access to the station.
I will be back and under the Right To Roam Act he doesn't have a leg to stand on.

So on the way home I stopped and took some pictures of tyre tracks in the growing crop.

A spot of woodturning in the afternoon and then a visit to Chicken Lady to drop of some printing paper that I have had sitting for her for a couple of weeks.