An evocation of the late 1960’s England under steam.
A goods train thunders past a factory in a bleak landscape.
In the foreground is a man walking his dog down a muddy track between an avenue of upturned railway sleepers. There is a leaden sky.
The whole aspect of this picture reminds me of the landscape in my hometown of Motherwell.
The starkness of this view has a primordial beauty that makes it the equal of any romantic landscape.
