The boys were enjoying a few minutes of fishing in the river.
I carefully climbed down the steep side to get lower than the bridge so I could catch its reflection in the water.
It's an old one - quite rusty from years of rain - but it's character was reflected nicely in the water.
Cars use this bridge now, but years ago it was used by only trains to cross this little river.
The tracks were torn up many years ago.
This bridge is the only the evidence that they were ever there.