Here is a some pictures of the Humber Bridge, which for quite a long time was the largest single span suspension bridge in the world, and looks like something you would find in San Fransisco, but is actually a few miles from where I live (and where Scamp and I walked yesterday)
in a Northern City. It is known by some detractors as 'the bridge going from nowhere to nowhere', as we are a bit out of the way here. They also call it 'the great white elephant' as it still hasn't been fully paid for, nearly thirty years after it was built.
However, I think it is rather beautiful with its simplicity of lines and sweeping curves. It is also a testiment to someone's dream and aspirations, as there was a great deal of opposition to it being built. If you enlarge the second picture you can see the rather grim industrial background against which it stands as a monument to something better.
It also has a rather special significance to me as without this bridge I would not have met my husband, as we originally lived on separate sides of the river and as it takes many hours to drive round without its construction we would not have met. Shades of John Donne here, where the lover's connection is symbolised by a compass, though obviously this symbol is on a much bigger scale.
The foreshore has white sand and once I sat in the bay window of a pub near here in the evening looking at the white sands and the waves lapping up the beach, with the sparkling water and the red sunset beyond, and I felt like I could be in the Carribbean. Nearby is a country park which has been made out of an old quarry and the mini cliffs planted with birches so that they call it Little Switzerland. In the second picture Scamp is walking down a pass which soon leads to a famous Indian Restaurant on the shortside frequented by the former deputy Prime Minister and Hull east MP John Prescott. So what with the bridge,river, restaurant and mini mountains many corners of the globe are encompassed in this one spot.
I walk the dogs on a Common near here on which still can be seen the furrows made by the medieval farmers. In the distance towers the bridge, feat of modern engineering, so all ages are encompassed too. Quite a lot of compasses on this post, in one way or another.