Battery Point

Another afternoon alongside the great swirling waters of the Severn.

There's nothing romantic about this watercourse, a great churning plain of brown water.

The furniture matches the prospect; lichen-encrusted concrete. A place to sit and look, maybe whilst reaching into a plastic box to retrieve the occasional crab-paste sandwich.

If you were feeling really fancy you could imagine a great plate piled high with Lampreys; the water here is full of them, looking like little nightmares.

Wild Thing has a problem with cameras. That and the fact that she is not keen on empty tables.