Pret-a-Portaferry

The Londonboy and I ran down to Strangford with the cameras today. I haven't seen him since New Year so we had a great yarn on the drive down.

It was the usual grey sky full of light but devoid of detail - I must learn how to cope with that (without resorting to brightness and contrast sliders in PS...)

A frogman was inspecting the piles around the pier in Strangford and I was itching to ask if I could take his picture but I'm not there yet - I am far from shy but I know there's a line between innocent enquiry and creepy intervention...

We nipped over to Portaferry for no other reason than to go on the ferry. It's lucky expectations were not high as PF was pretty dead at lunchtime on a Saturday. With the exception of a boy-racer who we saw repeatedly, just going around and around the town (and there was no way he was 17 by the way!) and a restaurant called White Satin that prompted a Moody Blues joke from the LB, there's little else to say about the place.

This is the lifeboat house on the front. It's an interesting building whose shape (I think, and without wanting to get too intellectual about it) evokes the bow of a ship, and also the whalebone arches that fishing villages like Whitby go in for.