This is an odd one.
Back in October I posted about a Victorian brick built railway bridge, and the now disused Colne Valley railway line that once ran underneath it.
Well today I was on my usual lunchtime walk, and while crossing the bridge thought I could hear voices coming from underneath , so I stood very still and despite the birds twittering away in the trees, I could definitely hear muffled tones.
I leaned over one side of the bridge and saw nothing out of place, so crossed and looked over the other side, and apart from a huge pile of empty beer cans (I lost count at 40) I couldn’t see anyone but could still hear the voices.
Why would anybody be underneath the bridge, and how would they get down there in the first place??. The banking is very steep, (perhaps 30 feet) and there is thick bramble that would prevent anyone getting down there, and this time of year it is dangerously muddy.
And what’s with the unnaturally large amount of beer cans...? I’m wondering if someone has set up camp and living underneath the old bridge…
I didn’t take my phone out with me today, but tomorrow I will, and see if I can take some snaps.