You probably already know, I grew up in Dunfermline, Scotland. It’s been a long, long time (21 years) since I lived there but still, every time I see the Forth Bridge on television, it makes me a little yearny for my family and Scotland.

The Forth Bridge is 120+ years old (I have fond memories of the celebration of its 100th birthday, snogging my new boyfriend- Mr Mac- under the fireworks) and connects Edinburgh and Lothian with Fife, spanning the Firth of Forth. It’s a rail bridge and I’ve shared with you before that I was in my teens before I realised that trains travelling over the bridge going through the middle and not, in fact, over the top of the humps. It was a marvel of engineering when it was built and is an absolute icon. I love it.

So, I took a few photos on a moonlit night, down in North Queensferry.

The bridge and the moon.

Boats and the bridge and the moon.

A hotel and a bridge

21 years later. I’m blonde now and he’s got a beard. We’ve got three almost grown children and are both carrying a little more timber than we were. But the bridge has pretty much stayed the same.