I've seen that road before

When i was at school (yes I can remember that far back) we were forced occasionally to do cross-country running. I hated it! It was, without doubt, my least favourite activity (though closely followed by hockey). We used to have to run out of the school and across this bridge and out around Witherley. It used to strike fear and dread into the very heart of me.

This morning i not only chose to run over the same bridge but I'd go as far as to say that I quite enjoyed it. Who would have thought? How times change.