Stramongate Bridge

Today's the day ………………………… to move on

Considering we lived in the town of Kendal for nigh on thirty years, I felt very much the tourist as I wandered through it today.  I'd forgotten how picturesque this part of the River Kent is, as it tumbles over the weir after passing under the old Stramongate Bridge.  I used to work near here back in the day, so it was a spot that I visited often. 

It was that odd feeling of knowing pretty much what was round every corner and what would be the quickest way to go - and yet not feeling at all as if I belonged there.

How quickly life has moved on, it seems ……………………..