dunsbyowl1867 Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 I took this some time ago - has this bridge got a name? I can't recall. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SteveHB Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 It's Coleridge Road, as to it having a specific name I'm not sure about that, will check later. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr stanley Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 I'm going to take a guess and say this is Coleridge Road Bridge behind the Institute of Sport / Ice Sheffield? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dunsbyowl1867 Posted July 31, 2008 Author Share Posted July 31, 2008 I'm going to take a guess and say this is Coleridge Road Bridge behind the Institute of Sport / Ice Sheffield? Thanks to you both - copy of a walk and brief history attached. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SteveHB Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 Yes Coleridge Road Bridge does have a name, POTHOUSE BRIDGE erected 1930. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dunsbyowl1867 Posted July 31, 2008 Author Share Posted July 31, 2008 Thanks to you both - copy of a walk and brief history attached. The bit about the folk song "Spencer the Rover" does not appear to be correct! http://www.yorkshirefolksong.net/song_data...e_Rover.22.aspx Lyrics 1 These words were composed by Spencer the Rover, Who travelled most parts of Great Britain and Wales; He being much reduced which caused great confusion, And that was the reason that a-rambling he went. 2 In Yorkshire near Rotherham he had been on his rambles, Being weary of travelling he sat down to rest; At the foot of yonder mountain where runs a clear fountain, With bread and cold water he himself did refresh. 3 It tasted more sweeter than the gold he had wasted, Sweeter than honey and gave more content, But the thoughts of his babies lamenting their father, Brought tears to his eyes and caused him to lament. 4 The night being approaching to the woods he resorted, With woodbine and ivy his bed for to make, He dreamt about sighing, lamenting and crying, Go home to your children and rambling forsake. 5 On the fifth of November I’ve reason to remember, When first he arrive`d with his family and wife; She stood so surprise`d to see his arrival, To see such a stranger once more in her sight. 6 His children flocked around him with their prattle-prattling stories, With their prattle-prattling stories to drive care away; Now he is united like birds of one feather, Like bees in one hive contented they’ll be. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SteveHB Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SteveHB Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 Friendship Inn. 4 Tinsley Park Road, number 47 on Dunsbyowl's map. With what looks like to be an old school in the background? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SteveHB Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 Number 44 going over Worksop Road Aquaduct Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RichardB Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 Gladys ... probably ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SteveHB Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 Gladys ... probably ... Correct, "I don't know how you do it Richard" The name of the next one is a bit more tricky, as It's not placed on the above map and was built in ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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