For some reason, this makes me think of man, or the remnants of, somewhere at the edge of the universe. Perhaps of the things we leave behind, though maybe I have just watched one too many sci-fi and disaster movies.
The old building, with the brickwork crumbling, is a pillbox from the war. It sits amongst the wild and raw slag dumps from the local blast furnace. I think most of this land was originally sand dunes and sand banks, long since built up using the waste products of the iron and steel industry, the ground covered by thin soil with the burnt slag poking through here and there. Rabbits roam aplenty – to which my dog will happily attest. Strangely, the whole area is a Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI).
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