Hidden away, down the valley is a small river that cuts through the landscape. In order to reach it you have to cross a farmer’s field and navigate through the grazing lambs. One you get to what they call a beck (small River), to cross it you need a bridge. I find it amusing that I have a photo of Brenda Beck standing on a bridge over the beck. But unlike other standard bridges where you have beautiful stone round arches, this one is constructed of only of a single large slab of stone.
The span must be over 12 feet and the slab must weigh several tons. It’s a wonderful sight to behold. Not on any tourist maps it was shown to us by our friend Steve. There is something mystical about its hand carved surface dotted with lichens. Must have been built pre-Roman times by the Celtics!
