It was bloody cold down by the River Humber and the Humber Bridge. The light was wonderful and it was well worth the trip. I have always thought that the bridge was a fitting memorial to one of the political forces of nature, Barbara Castle, who, as transport secretary, in the 1960’s got the bridge authorised. Let’s park the possible ‘pork barrelism’ allegations at this time and just wonder at what humans can do when they put their mind to things.