The prompt for Sepia Saturday 588: "a covered bridge going to who knows where"
I can't recall that I've ever been on a covered bridge like that one. However, in the past, I have been on a lot of old railways and steam trains, because of my dad's love of them. Most of our family holidays (by car) back in my teens, both in Sweden and in Britain, involved visits to various railway museums and other remains of old railways and station houses.
The combination of railway + bridge brought back one such memory in particular: From Devil's Bridge in Wales, visited on a family road trip in England and Wales in 1974.
We went there by steam train from Aberystwyth, through the Vale of Rheidol:
|Postcard (1974) - Rheidol Valley|
I'm afraid the only photo of my own from Devil's Bridge is not really blog material - even after an attempt to enhance it digitally - but here it is, anyway:
It shows my parents (well, dad's cap and mum's jacket) having climbed down to some lower platform beneath the bridge, to look down on the river (Mynach) - and perhaps also see the construction of the bridge(s) from below.
Wikipedia is more helpful when it comes to reminding me of details:
The bridge is unique in that three separate bridges are coexistent, each
one built upon the previous bridge. The previous structures were not
demolished. The top one (from 1901) is an iron bridge. Beneath it are two older stone bridges, the oldest one from medieval times. This Wiki photo shows the construction more clearly than the old postcard:
|Photo from Wikimedia Commons|
According to folklore, the first bridge was built by the Devil - hence the name.
According to legend, the original bridge was built after an old woman
lost her cow and saw it grazing on the other side of the river. The Devil appeared and agreed to build a bridge in return for the soul
of the first living thing to cross it. When the bridge was finished,
the old woman threw a crust of bread over the river, which her dog
crossed the bridge to retrieve, thus becoming the first living thing to
cross it. The devil was left with only the soul of the dog.
Besides the postcards in my album, I have another souvenir to remind me of the visit to Devil's Bridge - a piece of jewelry I bought in a gift shop there. I guess one reason it has stuck in my mind where I bought it is the contrast between the name of the place vs the item itself: a Celtic cross. It is one I have worn quite a lot over the years, as it has a very clever design - it can be used both as a pendant and as a brooch.