-span suspension bridge. Its architect had to take into account the curvature of the Earth’s surface.Away to the left, the financial district of Manhattan glittered in the precise autumn sunlight. It seemed dauntingly distant, and I felt like the Cowardly Lion
Dartmoor. 6.30am. Pitch black. We fumbled with our headtorches in the car park. The air was heavy with the autumnal fragrance of wet peat and purple heather. An invisible stream gurgled beneath a ghostly stone bridge. The shrouds of mist parted
