Wading out into the raging waters like a concrete hippo, is the bridge-without-a-name. Funny, I never thought to ask what it's name is, or if it has one. It's the one that takes the West Tamar Road onto Trevallyn and beyond.
Still, it is a lot braver than I, dipping its feet into a somewhat swollen South Esk.
Looks like an early spring onslaught too.
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ReplyDeleteLove your term "concrete hippo"! Very descriptive! I used to travel this bridge many times when i wandered north and don't recall a name (at least on a sign) either!
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