My hands were torn to shreds and my Welly boots filled to the brim but revisiting a place I had almost forgotten was well worth the long splodge back home.
This old railway bridge shoulders the Carrickfergus to Belfast line. On the far side of the fence lies the old Courtaulds weaving factory. Long since abandoned, left to grow wild and twisted.
Running alongside this strip of industrialisation flows a river far removed from its local surroundings. It seems the wildlife is thriving along this strip of unexpected Autumnal paradise.
The seasons are rapidly changing once again. The colours are eye catching and at every corner there’s something new to discover. Get out and explore, expand your horizons get the wind in ya lungs son!