I wondered as I stood under the bridge who might have been here before me. The age of the thing and what that means fascinated me.

I live in a young country, in western terms at any rate and we don’t have many constructions beyond two hundred years, so this bridge which has stood for so long had me wondering.

Was it a passage over which the villagers traipsed on their way to work in a field owned by feudal lords, was it a crossing that marked the progress of one county to another, was it central in some past battle?

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