Well by the river anyway; the River Wye at Brockweir that is.
I’m not exactly sure about the history of this bridge, but it’s not too far away from me so I intend wandering along down there one of these days and looking for a date plaque.
On a misty morning though, these old chunks of cast iron can be quite picturesque.




And it probably won't fall down because of accumulated bird pooh or whatever the excuse was in America - perhaps they had leaves on the road! This bridge looks built to last.