I was at a little old train station in a rural area, my brother and I noticed that most of the tracks had be closed off due to train inactivity and we thought it save enough to traverse along these tracks. We sauntered aimlessly down the railway, passing big abandoned train sheds and old machinery. As we continued we noticed machine parts leaned up against the shed walls. These machine parts were old and looked as though the were scrap so we saw no harm in collecting them up.
As we followed the tracks down we had left the trainyard behind us and began to enter a more rural area with lots of lush green foliage. The track crossed over a small bridge under which a little stream could be seen. We continued collecting scrap along the way paying no mind to our surroundings.
We finally approached a boom-gate and were greeted by a man in mechanic's attire. He told us of the area and of the trains and made a point of telling us to help ourselves to all the scrap we wanted as he found no particular use for it. He then pointed over the tracks to green rolling fields, farmland and a little road. My brother an I coninued down the tracks collecting pieces of scrap taking notice of the beautiful country side around us.
