There is something wonderful about crossing over a bridge. They have the same effect as doorways. On the other side is a new space and time, often unknown. Some bridges are so long you can’t see what’s at the end of them and other times it’s what’s under them that delights the eye.
So let the rivers run, let all the dreamers wake the nation and cross over the bridge
to the heart of old Dublin and the Temple Bar district where music and Guinness flow with the rhythm of the old river.
bonny bridges of Scotland
little bridge at Blackwater Foot in Kinloch on the Isle of Arran