Bridging

We had promised ourselves a few hours at the local spa sauna-ing, steam-ing and swimming.  These treats have to be earned so Cooriedog and I were chucked out at one of the many bridges across the River Tweed and told to walk into Peebles.  

Cooriedog seemed to think this was an excellent idea.  Given that the sky was blue and the air was breathless, I thought it was a good idea too.

The bridge of the blip is for rail.  It leads to a tunnel which on past walks Cooriedog has had to be encouraged to enter.  The railway is long disused. The stones inside the archway are set at an angle which gave the illusion of being solid.  Weird.

The treat was well deserved.  Included wine-ing.