In summertime, when the Tay meanders its way down its riverbed, leaving wide stony slopes on each side - it is almost impossible to imagine it ever expanding to fill its banks. With heavy rain helping warm air to melt two months worth of snow from the hills, with the ground saturated and tributaries bulging - The Tay becomes an impressive sight - and sound - as it powers through Perth. Standing on the railway bridge, over the raging brown torrent, it feels as if the structure beneath your feet could be swept aside by the current at any moment. Knowing that this bridge has successfully survived this annual barrage for over a century is a comforting thought, as the river hurls itself, along with all manner of assorted debris, against the piers.
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