This is a picture that I decided to take, it brings back many memories of muddy walks and trips to the moors. I took this picture because it reminds me of the beautiful scenery that Devon has. Going into deeper detail, I remember walking over it as a child, playing poosticks and seeing who’s stick would win. I remember walking on the walls with both arms out trying to balance, and starting down looking at the fast river rushing past, turning white as it rapidly rushed over the rocks. It is clear that this bridge is not an ordinary one, to me, it seems special.