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...with a cow munching on some grass in the background! Photo taken in Rooksbridge, Somerset during the summer of 2020

...on the Strawberry Line (now National Cycle Network - route 26) running through North Somerset and Somerset, in the South West of England. You can just about make out the old platform ramp, almost buried beneath a lush growth of ivy, blackberries and all sorts of other wonderful plants! The Strawberry Line Trail currently runs from Yatton to Cheddar, mostly following the route of the old Strawberry Line Railway. There is an ongoing campaign to get the trail extended all the way to Shepton Mallet, via Wells is Somerset: Here you go...You can sign the petition, if you want! http://www.thestrawberryline.org.uk/index.php

A lovely path for walks and cycling has been constructed on what used to be the track bed of the old Strawberry Line in North Somerset. Here, you can just about make out the platform of the long abandoned Congresby Station, hidden among the undergrowth of brambles, ivy and beautiful wild summertime flowers. The Strawberry Line Trail currently runs from Yatton to Cheddar, mostly following the route of the old Strawberry Line Railway. There is an ongoing campaign to get the trail extended all the way to Shepton Mallet, via Wells is Somerset: Here you go...You can sign the petition, if you want! http://www.thestrawberryline.org.uk/index.php

Site of the former Congresby Station on the old Strawberry Line Railway in North Somerset, in the South West of England. The route of the long defunct railway has now been turned into a beautiful path for cyclists and walkers to enjoy. The Strawberry Line Trail currently runs from Yatton to Cheddar, mostly following the route of the old Strawberry Line Railway. There is an ongoing campaign to get the trail extended all the way to Shepton Mallet, via Wells is Somerset: Here you go...You can sign the petition, if you want! http://www.thestrawberryline.org.uk/index.php

Not the sunset as such, but the setting sun here is giving an orange tinge to the clouds to the East of the sunset.

A similar view to the previous one but with an antique-look street lamp beside the garden pond. Photo taken in Rooksbridge, Somerset during the summer of 2020

Finally finished! This was an interesting experiment, working with limited colors and with a base provided by another artist. Big ups to https://www.instagram.com/corgfish_illustrations/ for being kind enough to provide me with a base similar to her work which originally inspired me!

“We could not beat him on earth... his power grew with every fallen foe until even our mightiest skyscrapers where just play-things to topple. There was no muscle, nor metal, nor atom that could best such a titan... so we had to use our mental fortitude to defeat him that way. But no bottomless pit or boiling sea could hold him... so we looked towards the infinite, to the stars. If we could not best him on our planet, then let another try their might against him. When he entered the rocket, it was a stroke of luck, as it was to get the damned thing to launch with him inside... but it did not get far out of earths reaches, as he broke out of it next to our moon and crashed in mighty explosion. This did not stop him, of course, for he brushed it off like it was nothing, like always... however, we succeeded in some capacity, for now he was trapped not on our rock, but our neighboring stone. He tried to leave, we saw him try so many times, but he cannot escape the gravity it has, of all the laws that could finally cripple the monster it was the very one that worked so hard to prevent us from reaching the heavens, and we couldn’t be more thankful for it this time... So now the beast calls our name, but we do not answer, and now he trains over and over, no breaks taken ever. We live in peace now, but there will come a day when his training will pay off and he will break the shackles of his newfound prison... but this will not happen for a while, we see this...... but when it does happen, and I pray that I will not be alive to see it, the worst kind of hellfire will be rained upon our kind, mountains to be shattered to splinters and oceans to be turned to steam... for the crimes we apparently placed upon him, humanity will know what a gods wrath truly is... a god we made, a god we could not erase... a god who knows no mercy. May we find our own meaning and happiness until his return...” -Voxton Foxford's Thoughts on the Monstrous Rando.