We drive over this bridge every single weekend when we go to visit Seths father Stan who is dying of cancer. It’s a beautiful bridge but I wish I didn’t have to cross over it so often. Every time we cross it means we are closer to the end.
“The clever men at Oxford
Know all that there is to be knowed.
But they none of them know one half as much
As intelligent Mr Toad.”
Nature has her little ways of showing her love….