I found this scene quite by accident, wandering about northern England looking for a B&B, and then discovered this bridge on my walk the following morning. The bridge is closed to traffic now, but was formerly on the main road between the middle-of-nowhere and no-place-to-go.
We were lucky to find the B&B as we got “loster and loster” with each passing mile. The GPS was more confused than I was, its recording stuck on “recalculating”. Luckily, we met an oncoming car on this 8′ wide country lane. This happens a lot in this country, and when it does, one of the cars has to find a place to pull over. This usually annoyed me, but today I felt relieved knowing we hadn’t totally left civilization. A couple of young helpful, and very friendly lads told us we were on the right road to the Abbey Bridge B&B; they even offered to turn around and take us there.
I didn’t take up their offer … I mean, why? How could I get lost when there was no where to turn off this road. Like the lad said, just another mile of ruts, turns, hills and dips and we were at the B&B. Phheeww! The B&B was three miles from the nearest pub, but they had an off-license (off-sale) permit to sell beer and wine. A large fridge was in the community room, and the honor system was used to pay for anything you took. I was thankful I had plenty of cash in my pocket, I had enough exploring for one day.
Thought for the Day: Even a blind hog finds an acorn once in a while. Anonymous