January’s Sentinel
In the dim light of a January morning, a Second World War bunker can be seen near a level crossing in East Anglia. Its bleak features and spartan form mirroring the coldness of the day.
Cold stones by rail side
Lonely silent sentinel
Still standing its watch
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 
Something so cold and harsh about the image. Well done.
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That lonely silent sentinel – you captured the bleakness, cold and spartan images of January.
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Ah, East Anglia has quite a crop of these. While their blank ‘eye’s remain awake, entry is forbidden by their new inhabitants. Adders. Though I guess that depends on where they’re found.
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Yes! I’ve always thought of those pillboxes as the epitome of winter and wondered what it might be that they are still watching for! I’ve seen quite a few around North Norfolk (I know one at Waxham, one at Happisburgh and there is one on the road somewhere near here) – where did you see the one in the image?
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It is on the rail crossing between Thetford and Watton
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I don’t know that one. But then, they seem to be all over the place. 😉
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I like how you compared the bleakness of the bunker to January.
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thank you
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Stark simplicity accompanied by sparse but perfect words!
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Thank you so much
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