not having my camera with me to record this
moment in history, but there wasn't time to go back home for it and
still be on time for where I was going.
Nowadays, all that the bridge
offers is a claustrophobic view of several willow trees, bounded on one
side by The Waterlode, the town's inner ring road, and a dentists' surgery
on the other. I had been vaguely aware of the
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trees as I crossed the bridge, but it was only
when I wanted to take a photograph of the bridge from the Waterlode for this website that I realised that I
couldn't see the bridge for the trees.
The river was, and must
be still, very shallow at this point, and I have childhood memories of a
sandbank in the middle of the
watercourse in the summer with children and
adults making the most of the "beach" revealed as the water level
dropped. (See the painting left).
I well remember hearing of a
young constable who was new to the town standing on the bridge preparing
to jump into the river to save a child who had got out of his depth in
the deeper water under the bridge. Luckily, a passer-by stopped him or
he would have broken his neck in his heroic rescue bid.
That's one thing about trees -
they grow and change the view. When some trees have to be felled because
they have become diseased, saplings are immediately planted and these,
too, flourish - even though some unfeeling people seem to have a desire
to snap them off soon after planting.
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above right is a more open view of the river towards the former mill
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Waterlode just visible on the left - in
early March 2007 - when the willow trees were less intrusive.
lThe
picture of Nantwich Mill (left) is used with the kind permission of
H.Clewlow, the Pepper Street butchers, who commissioned the work for
their 2003 calendar. Click here to visit the Clewlow's
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