Pooley Bridge

Or perhaps I should refer tothe village as locals often do - just call it Pooley.

Despite the rain we felt we needed a run out.  Pooley Bridge seemed a good idea as we could support the local businesses by popping in to a cafe for a coffee.  Actually we settled for a very decadent hot choclate with marshmallows, maltesers and a chocolate spoon.  After a while in the cafe we thought we should get some blips which is after all what we had come out for.

Being good we didn't cross the police tape that blocked this path down to the river.  I am not sure why it was there as unlike having the river at its usual level where a slip would take you into deeper water a slip would have landed you flat on your back in ankle deep water.

After a few shots of where the bridge used to be we drove on down the lake to Sharrow bay.  I wasn't impressed with any I took there so you are stuck with a record shot of where the bridge was.  Just to clarify the two lumps of rubble in the middle are the remains of the buttresses which supported the bridge.  The people in the distance are standing just where the bridge began.

One final observation I have never parked in Pooley Bridge with so little trouble before.  There were plenty of parking spaces.