This old image has gone through quite a journey. It was far from perfect when it started life, 55 years or so ago: the focus was suspect and the composition could have been improved by some selective demolition work. At an early stage in its life it got converted from a negative into a positive slide – I can’t remember why I did that, let alone how I did it – and then it was abandoned to gather dust and scratches. I’ve tried to revive it a little, but as many a Hollywood star will tell you, cosmetic surgery has its limitations.
We are left with a slightly faded memory of what North Bridge used to be like, back in the days when big wagons went over it and trains went under it. These were the days before Burdock, the days when St Thomas had a spire, and when Beacon Hill was treeless.