A lone security guard wanders up the expanse of what

was once a huge marshalling yard at Tinsley. He is walking towards the remains of the control tower where the movements of the endless wagons were managed from as they passed over the now-removed hump. From the fifty roads that were once in existence in Tinsley yard, there are now just three tracks remaining with just one seeing occasional use. This view of the desolate scene is taken looking north-west from the Wood Lane bridge.