A narrow side passage leads to the beer garden at the rear of the Terminus Hotel.
Flanked by crumbling render and tangled vines, the walkway is now overrun with ivy, ferns and creeping weeds. Drainpipes cling to the mottled brickwork, while a single red ball lies among the undergrowth, oddly intact against the slow collapse around it.
Once a discreet route for staff and patrons, it has since become a forgotten corridor where nature has gently reclaimed its hold.
This evocative print is rendered on museum-grade archival paper, combining fine detail with subtle atmosphere for those drawn to places where the wild quietly returns.