Jason and I like to visit Bridgnorth every week. When there’s enough change between us, we would spare ourselves of the climb to High Town and take the Cliff Railway.
The railway’s old as balls. You can tell the moment you sit in the car and look around–the outside walls are worn and covered in moss, benches and the like are smoothed out from thousands of hands over the years. It’s a boring and essential part of hundreds of peoples’ lives but I have fun every time I ride. As an american tourist, it’s practically my job to be overexcited by the view.