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My Grandad, George Gregory, at The Monkey Bridge September 1975
The man responsible for my interest in trains, when I was a toddler living in Jacksdale we would come here, in the countryside, to sit and watch the trains go by, steam hauled in those days; he always magically seemed to produce an orange from a pocket which we would sit and enjoy.
The bridge was always known locally as 'The Monkey Bridge', my Grandad, born in 1901, called it that when he was a kid, but he didn't know where the name had come from. More properly the location was 'Codnor Park South Sidings' and a part of the Shunter's cabin is just visible to the right with the fast lines beyond.
The bridge was demolished in 2007 and replaced with an unbelievable flat high sided monstrosity with the paint already flaking off.
My Grandad, George Gregory, at The Monkey Bridge September 1975
The man responsible for my interest in trains, when I was a toddler living in Jacksdale we would come here, in the countryside, to sit and watch the trains go by, steam hauled in those days; he always magically seemed to produce an orange from a pocket which we would sit and enjoy.
The bridge was always known locally as 'The Monkey Bridge', my Grandad, born in 1901, called it that when he was a kid, but he didn't know where the name had come from. More properly the location was 'Codnor Park South Sidings' and a part of the Shunter's cabin is just visible to the right with the fast lines beyond.
The bridge was demolished in 2007 and replaced with an unbelievable flat high sided monstrosity with the paint already flaking off.