The one that has been missing from the Backdrop Store that was right in front of Lucy the whole time.
I passed this bridge in Weston-super-Mare more times than I can remember, when we use to live there when the boys were tiny. Every time I took the westies to the vets in Summer Lane, I would glance across as we crossed the bridge, with the railway line rumbling underneath, and never really noticed its striking rusted patina on the dark blue metal. Until one day when a glance became a glare. Glaring oxidised beauty worn from the sea air blowing in from the shore a few miles away.
2ft by 3ft