It was a gorgeous afternoon for a stroll so I took the border terrorists and the camera down to the quay. The two don’t go together too well so the photos aren’t the best but you’ll get the idea. I did a circle down to the weir, across the suspension bridge – the dogs don’t like it because it bounces – then back over the blue bridge to where I began.
If you don’t want to walk up to the bridge, or if you just want a minute on the water, you can catch the ferry. If you do though you might just miss Fifi! I saw her gliding along with the gang, the odd one out of course, but looking good. In fact not only is she well, she’s getting rather stroppy, putting a much larger Mute in its place. Not too worry,by the time they emerged on the other side of the bridge it was peaceful again and off they went in search of the next bread throwing child.
Lucid Gypsy 