It’s around this time of year that I like to ascend any nearby iron structures and luckily there is one of the best nearby. I’ve known Newport’s Transporter Bridge my whole life. When I was little it fascinated me and terrified me, particularly when you’re hovering over the middle of a deep and muddy river hanging from delicate-looking cables. I’d also listen, appalled, to my parents’ stories of a time when people were allowed to climb up to the top and walk across which is something that was banned when I was little but you can now do in return for a small fee which goes to the Friends of Newport Transporter Bridge. I’ve been up and over quite a few times, but it’s never anything less than impressive and never stops being just a little bit terrifying.