Chris Hudson

Made In Trondra

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👉 Never forget your roots.

With Cliff Sound in the background and Trondra only a moment’s walk away, this bridge is pretty much the gateway to where it all started.

As far as bridges go, its pretty unremarkable - but this was my commute to school on the bus, the final trudge home with bread and milk through the snow in ’95 with my dad, the walk to my first job at the meat company at 6am every Saturday, the 2am walk home from the Scalloway Open air every summer, and the last part of the journey that separated me from my home coming cup of tea every Christmas.

So here’s to that auld bridge, all the tales it’s told and played a part in along the way.

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