Showing posts with label Prehistoric Bridges. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prehistoric Bridges. Show all posts

10 September 2019

Clapper Bridge crossing the river Dart in Postbridge, Devon (United Kingdom)

Clappers: quarried flats
laid like tableboards
over stacked supports,
colonised by lichens, moss.

You love the coppery run
of the stream, its scatter of insects
ringed in brightness
the single, slate-finned fish
...

From the Poem Clapper Bridge 
by Fiona Benson

03 June 2014

Tarr Steps Bridge crossing the Barle River in the Exmoor National Park (United Kingdom)

The Devil built the bridge at Tarr Steps and still has sunbathing rights on its stones. The myth says that the devil swore he would kill anyone who tried to cross his bridge. The terrified locals got the parson to face him. A cat was sent over the Bridge but was vaporised in a puff of smoke. The parson then set off and met the Devil midway. The Devil swore and intimidated him but the parson reciprocated equally and finally the Devil conceded to let people pass except when he wants to sunbathe.
Legend of Tarr Steps Bridge

25 September 2011

Dartmeet Bridge spanning the East Dart River in Dartmoor (United Kingdom)

Dartmoor has a few bogs and mires, which walkers should give due care and attention to. There is a local tale of a young man walking past a mire and seeing a hat on the ground. Picking up the hat he was surprised to find a man’s head underneath it. He readily offered to assist the gentleman out of his difficulties, only to hear the reply that the gentleman also needed the horse that he was sitting on rescued as well.


Legend of Dartmoor

01 September 2011

Clapper Bridge over the East Dart River in Postbridge, Dartmoor (United Kingdom)


Too long have I dwelt
In the valley beneath ;
Too long have I felt
The soft summer wind's breath ;
Too long have I lingered
In evergreen bowers,
And drank the air laden
With fragrance of flowers.
They felt the gale smiting
Their brows in its motion ;
They heard the stream fighting
Its way to the ocean.
They saw the rough granite
By thunderbolts riven,
And deemed that the mountains
Were nearest to heaven.
Dartmoor
Alexander Henry Abercromby Hamilton