The Old Railway Bridge at Horseburgh.

After my run tonight, I stopped and took this and as I stood there a memory from childhood came back to me. My great uncle and aunt lived here ( long before there was a golf course) and I would visit with my Granny. I recalled sneaking out of their back door and escaping from the world of grown ups across this bridge into the land of adventure that lay in the meadow. Sometimes, when I run, all the weight of adulthood falls away and I feel like that little boy off on an adventure.