This bridge has been a most important and frequent backdrop in my life.
The bridge used to be called the Hungerford Bridge. As a tiny child my parents would hold my hand as we walked across it, though it didn't look like it does now. It was a Victorian, iron, mammoth railway bridge with two tiny footpaths either side. We would walk across it every December, as my parents took me to see The Nutcracker ballet in the Royal Festival Hall, just across the Thames. I felt so scared as we walked up the dark, dank steps on the side of the bridge. Trains would hurtle past. The bridge would tremble and shudder alarmingly as the screeching trains banged over the rails. There were, unbelievably, big holes in the walkway of the bridge, where the tarmac and foundation had crumbled into the river below. I absolutely hated walking over it. Apparently I wasn’t the only one. The footpaths on the bridge were well-known to be narrow, dilapidated and dangerous.
The bridge, thankfully, underwent a transformation. I absolutely love walking over it now.
photo credit kenchie
This is the bridge that Mr B and I walked over on our first date. We stopped and looked at the view and did not kiss even though, we later found out, we both wanted to. This is the bridge that, under an eclipse of the moon, saw Mr B go down on one knee and ask me to spend the rest of my life with him.
Last night I walked over this bridge to meet my man. We were in London to watch this. It was super. Have any of you seen it?