Frodsham

Damian continues his bridge-tour of his home village (which began here) but, getting a bit lost on the way, he found himself in Frodsham. The idiot.

This view is not a good thing to see when you're supposed to be climbing Helsby Hill. Since the hill in the background is the one belonging to Helsby, it cannot be the one you are standing on. It means that your random wanderings have led 3/4 of the way up another hill - Frodsham Hill.

Some of the paths up Frodsham Hill are quite treacherous (at least they are if you take the route I did). There are a number of areas where the path is so small that some kind person has built some bridges to cross what would otherwise be pretty much a vertical drop. I used a number of bridges like the above to ensure that, whilst I may die of dehydration, I would not do this whilst also having a head injury from crashing into a load of pointy rocks.

Upon reaching the summit, finding the Forest Hills hotel and confirming that this was indeed a lot further from home than I'd intended to go, I was extremely happy to find these benches where I could sit and rest. Now, since I am at the top of a big hill, I must be able to spot the Runcorn-Widnes bridge and the swingbridge.

No, thats not it.

Neither is that - thats the M56.

Not that either.

Oh dear. All that walking and no sign of the 'famous' bridges I'd been hoping for. Not that the above are not fascinating bridges in their own right, they just weren't the ones I was hoping for.

Oh well, time to figure out how to get home...

For those who know the area, the road to the left leads to Castle Park. I did make an effort to remember what the road was called, but, well, I failed. I could also look it up, but you know, that requires effort.

This is the final bridge and is just round the corner from the previous bridge. It's important to take note of the sign on this bridge - the one indicating how high it is. This is especially crucial if you are driving a vehicle with something tall in the back. You know, like a giraffe or something, because then you'd get stuck and look very silly.

At this point I began the wander back to Helsby. See the conclusion of my report here.

- Damian, September 2005

Addendum

One chilly evening in...some month in the Autumn. October sounds about right. Yes, that'll do; October. One chille evening in October Emma and I set off to a wedding in Liverpool. This required a drive over a couple of bridges, namely the swingbridge!

...and this one just round the corner from the swingbridge.

and from there we continued over this one...

- Damian, December 05

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