3. The Stone Bridge Over the River
A river without a bridge is just an interruption. I built this one from mossy stone and cracked bricks, three gentle arches, wide enough for a horse and cart. Lanterns hang from the posts at either end, and flowering vines line the edges so it looks as though it grew there rather than being built. Crossing it at dawn is my favourite part of the day — mist on the water, sun rising behind the hills, the whole world briefly, perfectly still.