It was a bright early (or even premature) spring afternoon, and the first thing to greet our eyes on the Tolkien Trail was a wonderful, old bridge:
The late February weather was blowing both hot and cold throughout the walk, wonderful English weather.
The convergence of two rivers, the Hodder with the Ribble, I think (but could be wrong):
And the river became magically wider:
Not far off the end of the Trail, we came upon another wonderful bridge:
It was clear that Tolkien had a lot to feast his imagination on during his stays at Stonyhurst during the 1940s.
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