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While hiking up the Waima river we passed over this beautiful old bridge. With us was lovely Louise who went to school at Donnellys Crossing as a child. She told of wonderful stories that were so cherished I’m sure. I felt such Wairua around this bridge. It was bright but misty and had my mind thinking of those that had used this bridge in the past. Also of my Pop that had worked on cutting many Northland roads in his day. Mostly with horses.
