Day 282 Mile 282: Autumn at the ‘Weird Bridge’. Part of what I enjoy about going running is the opportunity to see new places and satisfy curiosity. Sometimes this extends to delving into the odd corners which get overlooked everyday and occasionally this turns up something quite exciting.
While driving home yesterday, out of the blue, my daughter exclaimed, “that’s a weird bridge”. Sure enough she was right; the huge brightly painted bridge arched incongruously over a relatively minor road in the Welsh hills a seemingly hugely over-engineered solution to crossing the road.
“It looks like a railway bridge, for trains, not one that goes over a railway… But trains cant go round corners like that.”
Her logic was irrefutable, and as today I happen to be working near that spot I took myself to investigate. It turns out that the bridge is part of a cycle path that runs along the route of the old London and North Western Railway (LNWR) so her hunch about trains was spot on! The bridge now enables cyclists and pedestrians of all ages and stages to carry on their journey to or from the hills without getting run over on a fast section of the A-4244.
Starting at the bridge the cycle path trends north and downhill (which feels oddly contradictory!) along the raised causeway that was once the railway embankment. The autumn leafs are skittering and sticking across the tarmac, golden bracts of willow scattering away like fumbled loose change. Turning left down the embankment the path fords a stream and runs along the edge of a meadow. The line between stream and meadow seems to have grown somewhat indistinct as mud and grass soon gave way to puddles which soon graduated into pools!
Thankfully the village of Glasinfryn soon arrived and with it a distinctly drier road. The route pulled up the hill between the bronzed hedgerows, squared off to the vertical by the action of passing lorries except for the lateral line etched by the indent of mirrors just above head height.
On returning back to the car it sprung to mind what an amazing autumnal jaunt this had been, in somewhere I have never gone, or would have chosen to go without the catalyst of the ‘not-railway’ bridge 🙂
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Distance: 1801.2 meters recorded
(1 mile = 1609.34 m.)
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