Teddy Boy

We went for a walk in the wind and the rain along the Stort Navigation. The concrete path was like a river. We met a friendly man and his two dogs who we haven't seen since this time last year when Ollie first had trouble with her knee. She loved meeting Cassie the lab and greyhound-cross Teddy again.

Got me thinking about Teddy Boys. I can just remember their drainpipe trousers and brothel-creeper crepe-soled shoes. I also recall talk of flick knives and knuckle dusters.

When we got to the ford on our circular route the river was in spate. We crossed using the footbridge but the floodwater was deep and swirling on the other side. I put Ollie on the lead worried that she might get swept away and waded knee-deep to the car.