I think that we should make the most of our glorious heritage. (or as said by my relative in Australia, our glorious Sarah Titch). Imagine a warm sunny summer evening, dusk descends, boating finally comes to rest. Peace and solitude envelopes the river and marshes. The evening flight of ducks and skeins of geese scatter across a fragmented sky of cloud and golden shafts of a dying sun.
And then as if in competition to the beauty and magnificent scenery, amber lights, subdued, illuminate the magnificent bridge. Its age, beautiful proportions, history, revered by many for generations.
Potter Heigham bridge will forever be forever be remembered and revered by Broadsman and I will join those on the ramparts to defend it.
Old Wussername.