Having descended from the hills on my walk this week, I came eventually to the River Dulais. The footbridge across the river at this point in the valley is not the most attractive of bridges, being more functional than decorative, but it still has an attraction for me and not least for the old but solid rusty, mossy colour and texture.
Here was also another gate but, as with the first (which was open), there is no sound recorded for this one as the footpath went round the side – I liked the reflection of it in a puddle along with the makeshift stepping stones.
