A Personal Pilgrimage to Runcorn's Iconic Bridge
Is it truly possible to develop a fondness for a place you have never visited and know very little about? For broadcaster and writer Adrian Chiles, the answer is a resounding yes. Over the years, he has quietly nurtured warm feelings for Runcorn, a town that has lingered in his subconscious through personal connections and chance encounters.
Building a Connection from Afar
Chiles' affinity for Runcorn began decades ago during his university days, where he befriended a fellow student from the town. This individual, a devoted Everton fan with a heart of gold, left a lasting positive impression. Recently reconnecting, Chiles found that the boisterousness of youth had faded, but the kindness remained intact. This personal relationship, along with a brief meeting with the friend's father, helped shape Chiles' perception of what he humorously terms "Brand Runcorn."
Another intriguing encounter further shrouded the town in mystery. On a train journey from Euston, Chiles found himself seated next to an American Mormon with substantial luggage. When asked about his destination, the traveler simply stated, "Because that's where the Lord has sent me." This enigmatic response added another layer to Chiles' growing curiosity about this Cheshire town.
The Fateful Journey North
Three decades later, circumstance finally brought Chiles to Runcorn. What began as a practical decision to drop his daughters at the railway station for their London-bound train evolved into an unexpected adventure. Despite some initial grumbling about the logic of choosing Runcorn station, Chiles defended his decision-making process, which involved complex calculations considering road conditions, traffic patterns, weather forecasts, train timetables, and even football fixtures that might affect Liverpool Lime Street station.
The Silver Jubilee Bridge Revelation
As they approached Runcorn, Chiles anticipated crossing the Mersey River or Manchester Ship Canal. His attention was initially caught by toll charge signs, but before payment concerns could fully develop, a magnificent structure rose before them. The Silver Jubilee Bridge, connecting Runcorn and Widnes, presented itself in all its glory.
Often compared to Sydney Harbour Bridge, though on a smaller scale, the Silver Jubilee Bridge proved no less impressive. Beautifully illuminated in red as they approached, the bridge then transformed to green during their crossing, with further colour changes following. "Wow," exclaimed Chiles' older daughter, "Runcorn is groovy."
While Chiles admits he doesn't know the history behind the bridge's lighting scheme, he recognises its significance. Such installations speak volumes about a place's identity and self-perception. Sparking wonder on a rainy January evening represents no small achievement for any community.
Unexpected Delights and Quibbles
The magic continued after successfully executing the station drop-off. Chiles received photographic evidence of Runcorn station's resident cat, complete with its own little home near the information desk. This charming detail further cemented his appreciation for the town's character.
His only minor complaint involved the Merseyflow website, which he found somewhat confusing. Suspecting he may have paid the £2.40 toll twice, Chiles philosophically concluded that £4.80 represented a small price for such unexpected joy and discovery.
Chiles' experience leaves him with a delightful dilemma: he almost fears paying a proper visit to Runcorn, concerned that further exploration might dispel the magic he has discovered. For now, the Silver Jubilee Bridge and its surrounding mysteries remain beautifully preserved in his memory.
