A stone bridge on the grounds of Walsingham Abbey, Norfolk.
This is a very old bridge, maybe 1000 years old, a packhorse bridge. There's no parapet or wall – it simply carries the bridleway acros the River Stiffkey with a gentle rise and fall.
I found it in the middle of a very bright day, surrounded by greenery, and very difficult to photograph. It blends into the wood as if it was a living thing itself.
I walked over it, conscious that feet and hooves had done the same many hundreds of years ahead of me. Somehow my lens seemed inadequate to the task of reproducing it – a canvas and oils would suit it much better.