There is something magical and mystical about bridges, about crossing water, even today when we have the highest of high-tech constructions to take us and our cars and lorries and trains and wagons safely across tiny streams or vast expanses of water, there is something that triggers a sort of emotion, passing from one bit of land to another. From earliest times when bridges must have been at the most basic, a fallen log, some boulders, that act of passage has had ritual and mythological significance, and there are all sorts of superstitions and customs associated with it.
There are an endless variety of bridges, but the most common these days include beam, arch, suspension, cantilever, truss, and cable-stayed bridges, but there are still ancient bridges standing from early times. The Zhaozhou Bridge is the world’s oldest stone segmental arch bridge in the world and it was built in 605 AD; the longest bridge in the world is a staggering 540,700 feet wide, and that too is in China, it is the Danyang–Kunshan Grand Bridge and it is a railway bridge on the Beijing-Shanghai route.
While we were in Salford recently, we saw the attractive white bridge I have used in my feature photo; it reminded me very much of the bridges we see in the Netherlands when we are visiting our dear friends who live there. here is a similar bridge in the pretty village of Volendam: