The city of Nottingham has the River Trent (plus a couple of carnals canals) running through it.
It’s no Venice, but the Trent is very deep, fast-running, and very wide; it does give Nottingham a bit of character.
At the moment it’s a bit of character a lot of people could do without.
There are three bridges that span the Trent; one pretty far out of town, well to the West, another in the opposite direction, to the East. And there’s Clifton Bridge that is the middle bridge across the river.
The trouble is the Clifton Bridge spectacularly failed some safety checks last week, so northbound traffic is reduced to one lane. Southbound traffic has to find a different route across the Trent.
And that has meant that getting in to work in the mornings has taken up to two hours (instead of 20 minutes).
Getting home in the evenings has taken up to fourteen weeks (instead of 20 minutes).
Well, not really with the fourteen weeks; it has just seemed like it.
Apparently it’s too expensive to put another bridge over the Trent, so there’s that.
And it’s not exactly biking weather at the moment, is it?
There’s the Lady Bay… or is that a bridge too far?
Hmm… The trouble is, Young Masher, if you look to the west of the currently closed Clifton Bridge, and then look a but further to the west, that’s where I work. And Lady Bay is waaaaaaay over there to the east.
Yeah… I but I don’t know where you work, do I?
Anyway, all that was just so I could squeeze in the ‘bridge too far’ line.
*eyeroll*