Tag Archives: bridge

Woodhouse Road Bridge

Sunday 11th October 2020, 10.45am (day 3,335)

Woodhouse Road Bridge, 11/10/20

Far too nice a morning to stay indoors today and wait like little sheep to be told that we need to stay indoors a lot more, like until Christmas. A walk along the Rochdale Canal in the morning lightened the spirits and boosted the immune system, which is, of course, why we do it.

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Footbridge, Saltney

Saturday 4th January 2019, 1.35pm (day 3,054)

Saltney footbridge, 4/1/20

One of those shots where it is very tough to get every perpendicular and parallel JUST so… but I gave it a go.

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Taking shelter

Sunday 29th September 2019, 1.10pm (day 2,957)

High water, 29/9/19

More rain. The river is high, although I’ve seen it higher. Shelter seemed a sensible option this afternoon.

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Weeping willow, by the old bridge

Sunday 28th April 2019, 11.00am (day 2,803)

Willow and bridge, 28/4/19

Another day for spring foliage to fill up the bandwidth. 2,803 days in and there are still some corners of the home town worth depicting. The bridge has been here since 1510, or thereabouts, and seems good for a while yet. Whether the same is true of the photographer, who knows…?

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Forth road bridge

Sunday 6th May 2018, 4.55pm (day 2,446)

Forth Bridge, 6/5/18

We didn’t just visit Scotland for a melancholy afternoon at Raith Rovers. On the second day of three, we drove both ways across this fine transportation architecture. The new Forth Bridge was built after the old one started pinging apart a few years ago. Like the other two monumental bridges — now, one rail, two road, and one from each of the 19th, 20th and 21st centuries — it is an elegant structure, worth crossing just for the hell of it.

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In Amsterdam

Wednesday 11th April 2018, 1.05pm (day 2,421)

Canal bridge, 11/4/18

The story of how I ended up spending this afternoon in Amsterdam is a long one, and to spare you the details I will say only, ask Air France (more specifically their trade union). But I guess there are worse places to be laid over for a few hours, particularly when it was a pleasant, sunny day. Ample excuse to feature it on the blog for the first time since January 2012, thus, 6.3 years ago more or less. Time I came back here for a proper visit.

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Under the arches, Castlefield

Friday 16th March 2018, 9.15am (day 2,395)

Castlefield arches, 16/3/18

The parking meter waits patiently for custom, all unknowing that it sits just by the very oldest part of this city. Across the road here are the scanty remains of the Roman village of Manucium. Could those guys have foreseen parking meters I wonder? Not to mention digital photography and bloggers. But then again they did build a decent transport system, which is arguably more than we have at the moment.

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By the old bridge

Saturday 11th March 2017, 3.50pm (day 2,025)

Under the bridge, 11/3/17

Back home — for a few days anyway, before my next trip out. I have said it before, and doubtless will say it again, that I like both travelling and coming home; being at home, and travelling. May this pattern of life continue. The structure in the background is the bridge built around 1510 that gives this town its name. The man is paying tribute to the ducks, I think, with offerings of food. The girl is just chilling out.

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Contact

Sunday 14th August 2016, 4.55pm (day 1,816)

Biker and pigeon, 14/8/16

Exactly what this biker and this pigeon were finding to talk about this afternoon by the Hebden old bridge, I have no idea — but there is clearly some communication here.

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Vasco da Gama bridge

Sunday 31st July 2016, 4.20pm (day 1,802)

Vasco da Gama bridge, 31/7/16

Last day in Lisbon, and this was the last thing seen in it, in the first few moments of the plane’s ascent away from the airport. The Vasco da Gama bridge crosses that wide bit of the Tagus estuary that I mentioned yesterday, and at 7.8 miles (12.3km) it is the longest bridge in Europe. Barely a quarter of its length, at a guess, is seen in this shot.

Farewell to Portugal — coming back here has reminded me why I used to like it so much. A fine country, with a lot of characteristics that some more self-important places could learn from (but refuse to).

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