It's quite surprising how many levels and sections to this bridge just go unnoticed...
On an absolutely soaking October's evening, myself and my good mate Jordan decided to take advantage of the enormous amounts of scaffolding that had been installed beneath our local bridge.
So after carefully dodging what seemed like construction workers on the road above, we had made our way through this aluminium maze and had reached the water level. But with the relentless rain and sleet hammering away at us, and having spent a good hour or more snapping away with our increasingly misted lenses, we had finally decided to call it a night on being a pair of trolls. And so we emerged from the underbelly of one of Kent's most iconic bridges, and have since never returned...
On an absolutely soaking October's evening, myself and my good mate Jordan decided to take advantage of the enormous amounts of scaffolding that had been installed beneath our local bridge.
So after carefully dodging what seemed like construction workers on the road above, we had made our way through this aluminium maze and had reached the water level. But with the relentless rain and sleet hammering away at us, and having spent a good hour or more snapping away with our increasingly misted lenses, we had finally decided to call it a night on being a pair of trolls. And so we emerged from the underbelly of one of Kent's most iconic bridges, and have since never returned...
