Clifton Suspension Bridge.

Today I do penance. At the beginning of the month I blipped the 'Mummy porn' I found in a certain lady's bathroom, this photo is by special request of said lady.
As with the Forth Bridge, the Clifton bridge has been snapped by everyone and their dog, so I tried to get a slightly different view by risking having my head knocked off by a passing car or, even worse, one of the bridge attendants; there are measures in place to prevent more conventional forms of suicide - I'm sure you could get a couple of spectacular shots on the way down though processing them might present a problem. In the last forty years, about two hundred people have killed themselves jumping from here but, in 1885, a 22-year-old woman named Sarah Ann Henley survived when her billowing skirts acted as a parachute; she subsequently lived into her eighties (a useless fact that I learnt at primary school and is verified by Wikipedia, my recollection is that she was one of only three suicide attempt survivors.)
There are some good views from below (of the bridge) that I will explore when I have the opportunity but, that will probably not be until my next trip to Bristle in the summer.

Brunel, like all good sons, took advice from his father (also a brilliant engineer) on the design and, subsequently, ignored it; he won the contract by slightly scurrilous means, work commenced in 1836 and, after a delay in 1843 due to lack of funds, was completed in 1864 five years after Brunel's death.

This view shows something I've never actually noticed before, even when cycling across it, that, as with all suspension bridge designs, the road surface is arched to reduce the loading on the cables. This is more obvious in large.

For a picture of Brunel's statue, click here, and for his gorilla doppelganger, click here.