My favourite Spot
Standing on a black iron bridge that passes over an old set of rail tracks.
To the east lies the train station where the steam trains are ready to take me to the next town or the mines,
whichever I choose.
To the south there is a row of houses succeeded by a few rows of trees with branches full of green. Within these trees there, dotted randomly, are a few houses peaking out almost as if they were little elven lookouts keeping an eye on us mere mortals.
To the west there is the disused harbour, forever waiting for the boats to come back home. Maybe it conceals beneath it the secret laboratory of some currently unknown mad scientist who is quietly biding his time before he rises to world domination.
To the north there is the estuary, accessible from the harbour, leading out to the sea and all manner of
adventures. Despite my longings for the city and its people, I really like my town.
To the east lies the train station where the steam trains are ready to take me to the next town or the mines,
whichever I choose.
To the south there is a row of houses succeeded by a few rows of trees with branches full of green. Within these trees there, dotted randomly, are a few houses peaking out almost as if they were little elven lookouts keeping an eye on us mere mortals.
To the west there is the disused harbour, forever waiting for the boats to come back home. Maybe it conceals beneath it the secret laboratory of some currently unknown mad scientist who is quietly biding his time before he rises to world domination.
To the north there is the estuary, accessible from the harbour, leading out to the sea and all manner of
adventures. Despite my longings for the city and its people, I really like my town.