"The viaduct has always held a strange, yet rooted symbolism for me.

I feel a sense of fear and awe towards it's striking appearance and size, and of the dangerous estuary quicksands that surround it,
But also, a melancholy nostalgia for the childhood I spent around it

Of racing down to the promenade at the chance to see a distant train pass by,
Of the crisp, fresh air by the water, the flood siren's echo as the high tide rolled in,
Of family walks, ice cream and the cold winds on the jetty,
My adolescence spent with friends on the shore, unsuccessfully attempting to light bonfires and exploring it's furthest reaches,
The sight of it as I neared home from school,
Of late night walks in winter, of sunsets spent alone,
And of the pride I felt when I was old enough to venture towards the brick piers, and of how small I felt as I stood under them.

These memories grow distant now, and as I grow into adulthood I have only to reminisce and to reflect on them,
And one thing I think about most, is that despite how much I have changed,
The viaduct has always been there,
Distant, yet bold in the background,

And I wonder how 21 years could disappear so quickly"