The Roman Bridge at Chollerford ...

 

We sat like border reivers at the long wooden table in East House - black dogs gambolled at the feet of the athletic wife who brought me my full English - 

We were charmed by a young Australian couple - their son was called Felix - he gazed at me with his beautiful fearless eyes - 

Dizzying coffee zinged in the cafetiere - Alyson told me stories of her school days - 

Soon we had to say goodbye to our newfound friends - Felix was nestled in his sling, suspended from the neck of his willowy mother - 

By the time we were scrambling over the remains of the Roman bridge, the warm rain had stopped - 

After a while we found the phallic symbol, carved low upon one of the abutments - 

Julia smiled - once you've seen one, then you've seen them all - 

10.30

July 8 2014

The Roman Bridge at Chollerford