The Bridge

I keep returning to the bridge for some reason. I lived in North Queensferry ( although this is taken in South Queensferry ) for 4 years, on the banks of the Firth of Forth; and I remember the odd feeling of reading Iain Banks' The Bridge while being aware of the structure in my peripheral vision out of the front window.

Since then it's had quite a pull on me and I try to find ways of expressing its presence even in the periphery, the subconscious of the folk who live/lived there.

Even in this horrible weather, it's not difficult to find a way to do it.