Moon Over Three Bridges Painting

Three Bridges is a town twenty miles south of London. It has a small waiting room at the train station, one which I have had to spend various cold winter evenings in waiting for the next late service to take me on towards the sea and home. For me it represents a halfway house and one that serves as a perfect analogy for these modern times of being between normal life. The town itself is indeed named after three bridges. Not the train bridges people would expect but instead very ancient ones (long since lost) that once crossed a stream, which of course also appeals to my obsession with folklore and is why there is a reflection of the moon between the arch of the main bridge. One that just happens to resemble a train track.To say this painting has helped me get through a particularly bad time could be the understatement of the year.