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Why Clapper Bridge?
First Memories
My first memories of Clapper Bridge are from when I was young - very young. As my parents didn't have much money when I was growing up, we often went for walks around the local area - this probably helps explain my love for the outdoors. Clapper Bridge is located about 5 miles outside of Pillaton, which in turn is about 10 miles from Saltash, my home town for the first 25 years of my life.
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The North West side of the bridge (10th September 2003)
As a child, Clapper Bridge had one major appealing factor - water. It was a special treat to be taken there for a few hours. We would park between the trees next to the bridge and, wearing my plastic wellington boots, I would paddle in the shallow water at the edge of the river and throw sticks in. There are some steps which, whilst appearing to serve no useful purpose, were a place for watchful parents to sit and supervise. I also have a vague memory of being there with my maternal Grandparents, but cannot remember any more than that.
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Looking downstream from under the arch (10th September 2003)
Now I've moved away, each time I visit my parents who still live in Saltash I always make a point to go there and take some photos. It has taken a long time and several trips there to start taking photos I am happy with, which I think makes it even more appealing - it's a challenge!
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The more popular South East side of the bridge (19th April 2003)
My Mother often asks me why I bother to go there. I just reply that I like it because it is so difficult to take a good photo of it. But having written this, I think that maybe my like of this place runs deeper in that I have good childhood memories of it.
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Looking upstream from on top of the bridge (19th April 2003)
These pages are the result of many trips in all types of weather - rain, floods, sun and drought.
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