Railway Fields Between our rubble sprawls is a crack of infinity. It fills the interregnum of every train journey. Dogwalkers – the sages of this space traipse copse and field flank, breathe brownfield pleasure. They wander the Pindrop flatland with apothecary vials. Their sweetened tinctures a mud remedy. Steam rises from a pasty, seat 36 and the great synapse of flood glass reflections fragments past scarred windows. The scent of peppered turnip conjures a request stop: Decanting into fields of oil-seed rape, the Citizens of Carriage B watch muntjac fangs strip the fibres of burdock root, and sweat in the herbalist air.
Anthony Tomkins is a PhD researcher with the University of York’s English and Related Literature Department, working on athletic memoirs. He writes about ethereal nature and the sublime landscape of his Brecon Beacons home.