Carefully working your way under the bridge and making your way across the funny mud,you get a much different view of the bridge.It is very much intact and the brickwork on the arch is superb.Looking up I could just imagine people standing on it,watching a train pass underneath them.

On the left hand side,on the wall  looking west there are some old brackets,I assume that these were to carry electrical wires,although it looks like something screwed on to them.I'm no expert on these matters,so maybe someone might be able to tell me what they were for.

I was much amused to see that an old electrical box had become a bird's home before noticing that the nearby fence post was actually a piece of old rail.

I then made my way over, what I now called,"the toxic goo" (orange mud stuff),before climbing up to the road to tell Christine that maybe now I'd been in the toxic goo,I'd turn into a super hero.She replied by saying that I was super already and that I had always been her hero,so the goo would make no difference.........I made that bit up,she just smiled at me.We then went home.