Red Bridge

Completely boring post alert, but this blog is also for my own selfish benefit too and there are just times and places sometimes when ordinary memories must be captured.

Just down the road is the Red Bridge, a very significant crossing for the town. The park adjacent to it provides free camping grounds and is a haven for all sorts of animals but most especially ducks. My grandson is learning all about animals and the sounds they make and a duck "visit" is a fun part of that learning. He is wearing my daughters hat that she had when she was little 25 years ago. It's a "Kidday" made in Australia from 100% wool felt and leather banded. They definitely don't make them like this any more and I am so glad I kept it. Hopefully it will be passed to many more grandchildren.

As you can see, the Red Bridge was built in 1838 to link the southern and northern parts of the town. Literally named because the convict made bricks are so red and I have to wonder if it is due to the high level of bauxite in the area that they so vivid. The bridge bears lots of traffic and now carries huge trucks carry enormous loads, certainly more than the builders would ever have dreamed of, but still it stands and with no significant repairs all these years later.