We were out on the riverfront for a hot summer night taking a walk across the famous Sundial bridge. I had been to see it a few times but had never had the opportunity to see it lit up for the night. It truly was a fascinating architectural achievement. Standing on the sides of the bridge I loved looking down at the rushing water below. With the bright moon above, the water was well lit and you could see all the eddies of currents making little crests of white water. When you were on the sides of the bridge you could also feel it sway on it’s cables. This sensation was an odd feeling for my stomach.
There were many great moments to write about but my favorite was the family friendly environment. It was after 9p.m. and yet there were so many people who were out to walk this bridge and the number of young children was surprising. On a Friday night my expectation was quite different. I had been used to such places to be taken over by the party crowd who’d had too much to drink and liked to make noise about it.
We sat on a bench for a while enjoying the live music at the cafe and just watched for a bit as family after family strolled about. I liked what I was seeing very much and kind of wished we had this type of place for fun where I was from. This place felt special and I knew there was more at work then met the eye.