I love poking around and taking pictures of the junk. From the wrong angle it looks like just scattered piles, but no, the junk is rusting quietly in neatly sorted piles. Piles that are laid out in rows, with little alleys you can walk along to take stock. The disused rails are even labelled. I guess all this means I shouldn't call it "junk", but a lot of it has certainly been there on the ground for years.