The second, a present to myself of a collection of short stories by that most quintessential of Oxford authors, J.R.R. Tolkien, illustrated by Alan Lee, famously a Dartmoor resident.
Did I say two bridges? Two Bridges is, of course, a Dartmoor village, so I suppose really that makes three.
And as I'm using 'bridge' metaphorically, and the word metaphor is itself a metaphor, derived from the Greek meaning 'to carry over', I should really say four. Four bridges.
I'll stop there - this is what happens to your brain when you start stuffing the detritus of your entire life into boxes.