Today, before going to work, I rode over to the Signalmans house. The front door was wide open, but I didn’t see anyone. It was enough though to discourage me from trespassing again. Across the road is the old Reid Mill, and so I went there instead and locked my bike to a tree. I then walked along the tracks towards the bridge and the river. But first I took some photos of the tall, white silos. My father who had worked there for 26 years, told me that he climbed to the top of them only once. Nearby is another railway track that veers off, and is never used anymore. It once connected Reids to another mill further south called McCarthys, But it is slowly disappearing. A victim of nature. From there I walked to the bridge that crosses over the river valley. I was very high up, and the views are beautiful.