N'ards Greenway #2 Traditional Cache
BaseOverApex: Turns out this location has become even more of a tip than it was when the cache was placed. Pity. It should have been a good wee series.
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This is what remains of a bridge over the Donaghadee line of the Belfast and County Down Railway between Comber and Newtownards.
NB Please be aware of the steep drop at this location. There is no need to descend.
Back in the olden days of the last century, there used to be this thing called "mass transit" where people could get on a public conveyance and be transported in double-quick time between towns. People got bored watching TV shows on their portable telephones (mostly because telephones only worked in black and white back then) and chillaxing on these trains on their way to work, and many decided that it would de-stress the whole affair if everyone simply piloted their own transportation pod to work.
With the exodus of almost all of their clients, the trains ran so infrequently that trees and stuff started to grow up between the tracks. To some surprise, this actually brought employment to the region because a man had to walk in front of the trains with a machete to hack a path through the undergrowth.
When smoking in public was banned a few years later, that mode of transport became totally impractical for the huge majority of society and went right out of fashion. Even the introduction of exciting telephone games, where you could totally pwn n00bs on "Snake" was not to tempt folks back onto the iron road.
Now, people enjoy the freedom of getting up earlier in the morning and sitting isolated from all the other people in their offroad, family-sized, smoke-filled transportation pods during the leisurely 2-hour drive to Belfast.
This gave rise to a new job: the man with the machete was replaced by a man with an axe and he came around and personally ripped up all the railway lines and sold the scrap metal for the war effort. The local canine population were elated at this move; they had been banned for sometime before from "doing their business" on the pavement. They now had somewhere new to plop and that's why you haven't seen white dog poo since 1978.
The new Personal Transportation (PT) craze really suits most people quite nicely: once they arrive roughly at their destination in the morning, rather than a futile, effortless quick dander over the road from the station to their place of employment, they can enjoy a good hot, sweaty, healthy 30 minute speed-march against the clock from the back-end of nowhere to get into the office before the boss starts hunting them. This has increased the average fitness of most UK residents and the enjoyment is further enhanced by the extra half hour spent in their luxury PT pods as they drive around in circles looking for somewhere to leave it, where the wing mirrors won't fall off during the day.
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