I felt the vertigo as I climbed the Forth Bridge in the company of 12-year-old John Nicol, but he was braver than I was. He also climbed the bridge for real, while it was under construction. I merely read about him, and that was enough. Barbara Henderson knows how to describe our fears of heights. Her book Rivet Boy is filled with real individuals, fictionalising what might have happened to those who needed to eke out a living, building this magnificent bridge.
Some 12-year-olds had to be the breadwinner in the family, and John was one of them. Today’s 12-year-olds – in Scotland – don’t have to. They get to read about it instead, and the lucky ones might get a school visit from Barbara, which I would imagine will cement their knowledge about this bridge, leaving them wanting to cross the Forth, again and again. I know I do. I’ve crossed it on the train, and I have stood below it, in South Queensferry, so I know how high up it is.
It’s not only the courage of John that makes this story, but being told how you make a rivet safe, and meeting many of the famous people who passed by during the construction. Add a few bad guys and you have your thriller, too. And it’s always good to come across early female scientists, wannabe engineers.
Here at Bookwitch Towers we watched some train programmes, and when one ended with a good view of the Forth Bridge, I knew precisely what the Resident IT Consultant needed for Christmas. And I suppose I knew I needed it too.
One of these days I’ll understand – and remember – about cantilevers…
Maybe.