Under the bridges

I arrived back late in Glasgow after meetings in Edinburgh and decided to walk home. My route took me along the Clyde towpath - and the Clyde that looked so beautiful yesterday was less so on a dank, cool evening. As I passed under this bridge I was struck by the number (4) of bridges or extinct bridges at this point of the river, and the jumble of straight lines they created. Hardly a restful scene (quite hard on the eye, actually), but interesting I thought.