Underneath the railway line

When I used to take Heidi to Quarry Motors for servicing, I used to walk underneath the railway lines here. I always felt that the place had the feel of a Cartier-Bresson image, but I was always in a hurry and never had time to set up a tripod and take a picture, until today. In an ideal world the picture would include the silhouette of a walking, hunched character smoking a cigarette, but in the 30 mins I stood here freezing my toes, not one person passed under the bridge.