There is a drawing on my wall,
a pen and ink impression
of the old Transporter Bridge,
a Mecccano masterpiece.
It's my tardis, my time machine,
portal to a vast interior
of vivid early images,
sounds of a rumbling grumbling bogie,
pulling me back through time.
The clatter as our boarding gate swings shut,
an alert pause in the varnished cabin,
we listen for the next familiar step,
the creaking **** towards Runcorn Gap,
passing over Aethelfleda's Castle,
the mid-crossing windblown waltzing,
the bustling landing in the other county.
Runcorn Gap is the gap in the sandstone between Runcorn & Widnes through which the River Mersey & the Manchester Ship Canal. We used to cross on an old transporter bridge which has since bee replaced by a suspension bridge. Aethelfleda's Castle once commanded the river crossing
