Lamplight Bridge

As we float down the Brooke Windermer, a quaint stone footbridge glimmers in the distant lamplight, and we appreciate anew the special quality of this romantic light. The electric light of our century is cold and hard; it produces clean, crisp shadows. In contrast, Victorian lamplight was warm and soft; in its flickering flame blurred shadows danced like leaves in the wind.

Lamplight Bridge, the fifth stop along our imaginary Brooke Windermer that flows through the English Cotswolds, is enlivened by the vibrant glitter of gas lamps. The ancient stone span, crowned by lampposts, invites evening walkers. The bridge links neighbors who dwell on either side of the stream and enhances the cozy hospitality of English country living.

You’ll notice, as well, a rustic gate with overgrown trellis that leads from the near cottage down to the banks of our gentle stream. Such a romantic path is an irresistible invitation to all those who are young at heart. Perhaps, you and I and all who delight in the charms of Lamplight Bridge can join the village children in sailing our wooden boats on the brook.