In the not so distant past this small bit of woodland was full of riders. Jumps, berms, boardwalk and drops littered the place – a mountain biker’s playground.
Now the riders have gone and nature has stepped in to slowly undo hours of work with shovels and saws. Leaves cover the trail, jumps are crumbling and tools lie abandoned.
A tale of what was.
This is the second of our short stories told in just six photos.
