The Iron Bridge
Dear Juliet
Two cancellations last night (no partridge up a pear tree) so I took myself to Ironbridge (a nearby World Heritage Site) to pass the time...
It's the site of the world's first bridge entirely to be made of cast iron, and it was completed in 1779. At about the same time, Spain allied itself with the American revolutionaries and declared war on Britain; and General "Mad Anthony" Wayne captured the Stony Point outpost from us limeys.
I don't think General Wayne was any relation to John Wayne (who was born Marion Morrison), but overall I guess it was a bad year for us.
However, at least we built a bridge.
And that's a nice bit of history, but that's not the thing.
I walked down from the top of the town in ninety degree heat, couldn't find a coffee shop, walked up again and once I'd got back near to the top, belatedly realised I hadn't taken any photographs of it for you...
I'd have to go back, and this was also after the last walk to New Cross.
I understand daughters of narcissists often think they're not worth any effort made for them by others?
I walked back.
I hope you like the photos.
Love,
James
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