Today I have another capture of a tunnel on the 6 mile cycle or walking path which used to be a railway line between Stonehouse and Nailsworth in Gloucestershire. Again the lighting wasn't working, giving me a rather nervous question, should I go through to the end or return from where I came.
As I stood there I couldn't see out of the other end, when suddenly a cyclist appeared in front of me, wearing a hoddie. He didn't look a happy chap and was in his late teens. He swerved around me and as I held my breath, lucky he whooshed by and was gone.
Within seconds a chap approached me from behind and grunted some words about flipping darkness. I certainly wasn’t feeling that secure on my own and remembered the days where I could walk everywhere without a care in the world, including these tunnels.
After taking a couple of captures I decided that this dark tunnel wasn't for me and proceeded to go back to my car a bit further away. I now realised that my age and vulnerability had really made me think of my safety, I'm not a spring chicken anymore and there are strange people around today.
As I came into the light another chap on a bike raced by and I thought, what if these people on the cycle-path turn out to be psychopaths, I think I’m watching to many real life crime programmes on my TV.
Well you have to think about these things these days Heather. ….I’m not keen on tunnels of any sort….you could always go in shouting….the echo might keep you safe!
