Wandered around under Runcorn Bridge(s) today. Possibly the first of a series of 'follow the Mersey back to its source' explorations. Came back with a camera-full of shots of the age-of-industry masterpieces of road and rail engineering, the bridges which run alongside each other high above the fast-flowing river; of chemical plants, impressive-looking and deadly; of a maypole in the cornfields of Pickerings Pasture. But this is the one I liked the best. As West Coast trains rumble overhead, underneath the rail bridge a lad called Eddie has turned the archway into his own personal goal.
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