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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Friday, March 14, 2003

    Amazing how different perspectives can be. I talked about the Runcorn Bridge as the gateway to Liverpool, the place which always makes me feel, on passing across, that now I'm home. About the industrial beauty of Thomas Telford's majestic construction. He spoke of it as a great symbol of the Mersey, and we discussed the Mersey's significance, agreed about how good it feels to live in a city built on a great river, a city made great by a river.

    We shared friendly and at times deep conversation, beginning (as so many things do) at the Bridge. It was only later, through another friend, that I discovered that this man had another perspective on the Runcorn Bridge, as yet unspoken. Some years ago, his young wife and baby lost their lives there in a car crash. He still crosses it often, mortal between the great steel struts arcing overhead and the wash of the mighty tidal waters below.