Under The Bridge

Bit of a Desperation Blip today. I forgot all about it until we were driving past the town's Xmas display in the local park tonight. "Ah", said Jools, " we should get a great pic here." Boy, was she wrong. A Santa, sleigh, tree and a few other bits of the usual old Yuletide Jollity and that was that.

We walked halfway across the park in the evening drizzle, looked at each other, shook our heads in well-practiced unison, turned heel and marched back to the car. On the way we came to this bridge. "Stand in the middle and I'll take your picture," I said. "Do that, and you'll be found floating in the morning;" was the icy response.

I got the message . . .