The Day The Rain Came Down
It’s supposed to chuck it down later today so this photograph seemed appropriate. It was taken on Rooms Lane in Morley, where it crosses over the M621 motorway and fades off into farmland that’s slowly being eaten up by the inexorable urban sprawl of Leeds. We used to jump off this bridge onto the grass embankment below, daring each other to see how far along the railings you could go before leaping into the void. Totally mad, I know, but it was all rites of passage stuff for us. Years later I heard that someone we used to go to school had committed suicide off this bridge.