Sunday 5 April 2015

Bridges and Boundaries I: A Sunday walk

I was six, my cousin Linda seven, my sister Ann eight. We had the freedom of the streets and the rhubarb fields. Our playground had its own self-imposed limits, however. We never played on the railway lines or near the canal and we only ever walked out of town as far as the tunnels across the main road at each end (one low and dark with damp furry things hanging from its walls, the other higher and shorter with a sloping wall by its entrance that we used as a treacherous slide). It's a Sunday morning and we've decided to go for a walk before dinner. Cousin Linda wants to go play in the beck that runs alongside the road near the furry tunnel. So off we go.


Image of Stourton Bridge
  © Copyright Glyn Drury and licensed for reuse under thisCreative Commons Licence

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