The Passage Beneath the Green

Along the west bank of East London’s Buffalo River, steel rails stretch forward into a tunnel veiled by time and foliage. The arched entrance, weathered and solemn, stands like a gatekeeper to stories untold, its stonework softened by moss and memory. Dense vegetation spills over the hillside, embracing the structure in wild contrast. The tunnel itself is dark, its end unseen, inviting both curiosity and caution. This is a place where nature and industry meet in quiet tension, where movement pauses before entering shadow, and where the journey becomes as much about reflection as destination.