The Third Lockdown, Day 6: How Green is my Valley?

You'd think that between keeping the several acres of our garden under control, feeding the hoard of animal life, and caring for four young and fragile eggs, that I wouldn't have enough time to terraform an entire planet would you?

It's a cross I have to bear. Well, it is Easter after all...

This stretch of the Barn Station was always going to be a problem. How could I camouflage four rails leaving one visible, and keep some semblance of reality. 

What I really wanted was for it to represent the Wye Valley, a connection between the Welsh pits and the English Channel. I guess I'll have to find a small corner in which to shove England...

Using some cast-off stone shards, it began to take shape. Although, any vague resemblance to the Wye Valley seems to be rapidly receding... it looks more like the Pyrenees...

So yes, the greenest of valleys it is not.

In the narrow space left between the mountains and the edge of the world, I added some foothills.

 Then some grass

All these mountains are removable, in exactly the same fashion as real mountains...

Then a day spent planting trees...

The more perceptive among you may have doubts as to the realism at this point. Is it the mountain range? Or is it the fact that there is no bloody railway in the Wye Valley?

Picky picky.

The next job, after some weeding, feeding and turning some eggs, is to find time to work upon the backdrop. Thank God for the lockdown...

Now there's a thought...

Editor's note: There is actually a railway station in the Wye valley, now converted to a cafe, with a short stretch of rail. Mneh...