On Prebends Bridge, Thinking of Sarah

“Half church of God, half castle ‘gainst the Scot”, Sir Walter Scott enthused when from this bridge he wondered at the majesty of Durham, as so did I, and countless youthful eyes before and since, bright futures beckoning. She must have revelled in this lovely place, her footsteps would no doubt have often paused as from these ancient stones she’d gaze awhile and thank the fates that held her eager hand. For a few brief moments she would relish as did I, and then forever cherish those golden years. But now a cruel wind has torn her from this earthly world. Bereft, we can but pray she’s looking down, reflecting fondly on the joys she knew, on memories beloved and pleasures shared, and maybe, through the mists of time there shines a vision of this special place, and happier times.