Such a dull day! The skies are leaden and the estuary churning. Luckily, there was some excitement! Police and sea-rescue craft, on the choppy waters extracting
something from the piles of the bridge. I woke myself from my torpor and raced, journalist-like, to the scene. What could it be, that brought our local emergency services out in force? Did it threaten the integrity of the bridge? Was there scandal involved? An elephant carcass? A harem of farmer's wives wrapped in a flounder net?
The photo reveals the mundane truth - a duck-hunter's boat, broken free from its moorings and threatening to jam itself in the stanchions of the bridge.
Still, it was something. Perhaps later in the day there'll be an up-rising of Brownies in the local hall or a fat-fire at the fish and chip shop - who knows?
Mustn't drift off to sleep just yet...
2 comments:
It was quite similar 1500km up the road in the Thames Valley, though maybe a few degrees warmer. Overestimating the joys of a warm fire is impossible on days like today.
Warm fire and lots of correspondence to attend to. Bliss.
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