A wrench on a bridge

Wrench on a bridge

Last weekend on a family bike ride, we crossed over a recently-constructed bridge.  Somebody broke a spanner; somebody (else?) posed it like this.

I’m guessing that somebody used something stronger than elbow grease on this guy.

I didn’t stop to look for bolts nearby that this would have fit.  F and G were on (in) the cargobike at the crest of the bridge, waiting patiently for me to finish playing with the camera.  We’d been enticed out by the forecast of a mild, sunny morning, but it was cold and windy, and no sooner were we safely home than it started really bucketing down.

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