It’s one of those sights that has always gladdened my heart, since I first started coming to the Algarve- the pontoon bridge at Barril that links Tavira Island to the mainland. With the tide low, the gangplank descended steeply, but by the time you had walked to the beach, loitered a while, and walked back again, the current would be sweeping in, and have raised the bridge to level. It never ceased to amaze me.
Every visit to Tavira has always resulted in at least one crossing, there and back, and I suppose I had started to notice the signs of wear and tear.
But no more than one notices the wrinkles on an old friend. I have lingered by that bridge to watch the sun glinting off the water, and set, in a glory of colour, at the end of many a day.
I suppose change is inevitable. I don’t always accept it with a good grace. In July this year I arrived at the bridge and gazed in admiration, tinged with horror. My bridge had gone, to be replaced by a shiny new model, with no ups and downs, or rusty bits.
More practical? Certainly! Still beautiful? I think so. But oh, how I shall miss my old friend. Past meets Present, Becky. What do you think?
I’m going to chance my arm, and say that my bridge was Unusual too, though maybe not in the class of this week’s challenge from Draco .
An enthralling writeup. Love how the sky looks too 👏
Thanks so much, Sulaiman. Sorry for the late response. I’m currently in the Algarve with very little WiFi access. 🙂