This is part of the granite tramway beyond my beloved quarry where I sat for a while on a rock by the . Yep, it looks like a railway from the Flintstones and I reckon it's pretty unique. It was built to take stone away from the quarries dotted around the area to the nearby canal at Stover. Romantic as it looks now, it must have been a very harsh environment to work in.
Depression in my adolescence and early teens robbed me of the chance then to achieve my potential. I was very bright and the world was my oyster. Yet I nearly failed my first degree and had to build my life over again. Whilst following those stone lines last night it dawned on me how my life could have turned out very differently if that hadn't have happened. Yes, I might have got a dream job in my early twenties and flown high. Many of the people that I know from my university days achieved those heady heights. But would I now be happier? Somehow I doubt it.