Theres something fascinating about infrastructure, concrete bridges spanning the canalled river. The drivers on the A14 above know nothing of what is down here, its just more road, with railings instead of embankments.
Its full of history, if you’re looking for it. An urban history, made by guys who didn’t even notice they were doing it, angry people wanting to make a mark, to feel important. “Great Girton 2004”. Its a constant battle, highways agencies blotting out those words that might be offensive to the passing motorist, ignoring anything that can’t be seen from the respectability of the road – river users don’t matter, or maybe we’re less easily offended?
I wonder who Nancy, Shelly, Rachel were. What kind of act did they have to perform to get their name added to the list? The list is rotting now, covered by later generations, but you can still make out their names, red against the concrete.
And its not just me. As I was leaving there was a guy taking photos of the tags, recording, before they too disappear.
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