Innocent Railway Footpath

Spotted by great mate Kirsten. She texted me Friday to let me know about this.

So I set off on a bright crisp Sunday on the bikes to track it down. An invigorating dash down the through the tunnel, a strange encounter with two guys, a golf club and shout of fore, and suddenly there it is.

White pen on grey counter box thingy. Dated 14; could be true; I'm seldom down this way.

And then to Tanjore for a late lunch. Quiet Sunday after mayhem of children. Yeah.