The packhorse bridge at the top end of Colden clough has lost one of its giant slabs from the deck. A sycamore tree fell over due to waterlogging of its roots and knocked the slab into the water, breaking the stone in two.
Scaffolding and planks have made the bridge secure to use but there seems no sign of any repair work. It is a listed bridge.
I was enjoying the fields on the upper edge of the wooded clough, with all the buttercups–a sea of yellow. But not for long, as the farmer was busy with his tractor spraying all the fields via a long boom. Dare I hope it wasn’t weed-killer?