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The History of Elvet Bridge in Durham: A Medieval Crossing Through Time

Poor Elvet Bridge. Every day, people rush across it without a second glance. They're busy admiring Durham Cathedral, checking their phones, or wondering whether they really need another coffee.

Meanwhile, the bridge is probably thinking, "I've been here since 1160 and this is the thanks I get?"

Construction of Elvet Bridge began during the time of Bishop Hugh de Puiset, better known as Bishop Pudsey, to connect the growing borough of Elvet with the rest of Durham.

It's worth remembering that this bridge was already old when Christopher Columbus sailed across the Atlantic. It was old when Shakespeare was writing plays. It was old when someone first decided pineapple belonged on pizza. Well, perhaps not quite that old, but you get the idea.

Medieval Durham wasn't content with a simple bridge. Elvet Bridge had gates, towers, chapels, and buildings on it. In other words, it was the medieval equivalent of a multi-purpose development.

Of course, eight centuries is a long time to be standing in the North East. The bridge has survived floods, repairs, rebuilding, and generations of Durham weather. The Great Flood of 1771 damaged several arches, which had to be rebuilt.

Yet somehow it is still here.

Perhaps that's why I like Elvet Bridge. After more than 800 years, it has had plenty of repairs, alterations, and upgrades, yet it still shows up every day and gets on with the job. Not bad for something that predates central heating.

So next time you cross Elvet Bridge, take a moment to appreciate it.

After all, it has been turning up for work every day for more than 800 years, carrying thousands of people across the River Wear, and unlike most of us, it has never once complained about Monday mornings.

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