A sedate path idles where mighty engines once roared. The bridge stands lonely sentinel, holding memories of its glory days in unloved brick-work.
This post is for Cee’s Which Way Challenge. The photograph was taken in Newark on Trent (Nottinghamshire, UK) along the path of the old railway line. The railway itself closed in 1988 and since then has been turned into a path for walkers and cyclists. The bridge was built in the 1850s when the railway line was laid.
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