This picture is of the girl who became my wife when we were courting - in the Lake District, because she lived and worked there. The village is called Watendlath, situated at the very end of a mile of rough road leading off the Keswick to Honister road, as it runs down the side of Derwentwater. It is very lovely, in a rough unswept sort of way (not chocolate-box) and formed the setting for the Herries novels of Hugh Walpole. The road goes no further than the farmhouse/tea-shop - but this bridge is the start of a wonderful walk over the hills into Borrowdale, during which you climb just enough to get some superlative views.