Ironbridge!

Here we are in Ironbridge! During the journey up I was telling Wilson the history of Ironbridge, how the first iron bridge in the world was built there in 1781, made possible by a new steel smelting process etc when he interrupted me. 

'We're going to look at an old bridge?' he asked, a note of incredulity in his voice. 

'Well, yes we are, but it's much more than just…'

'An old bridge,' he continued. 'We have an old bridge in Uckfield that we drive over every day, yet we're travelling more than 200 miles to look at another old bridge.' He rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. 'I can only say this place had better have magnificent sandy beaches. Wake me up when the Olympic Pillow Fighting starts.'

With that he sank down into his seat and went to sleep for the rest of the journey.