Murk

A walk up towards Halton Castle to post a birthday card, buy a newspaper for J to read, and to admire the view. Succeeded on the first two counts, not so sure about the third. Fiddlers ferry and the toll bridge are rather lost in the murk.

On my return down the hill it rained heavily, and my trouser legs got a real soaking. Not so sure about my supposedly waterproof gortex top either.