This bridge, apart from being old and beautiful, has many memories for me.

For about 8 years I stood on it each day waiting for the school bus to come to either take Olivia to

school or bring her safe home.

The bus could go no further as the bridge is too narrow for it to cross, so we walked together

to and from it at each end of the day, sharing laughter and sometimes some tears.

Those times seem so simple and uncomplicated now as I look back,

though I guess they didn't seem so at the time.