The bridge

It has no name, apparently. It is sometimes called 'the pedestrian bridge', but otherwise just 'the bridge'. When it was built, in the 1960s apparently, a new gateway was blasted through the bastions, just under where I was standing (on the bastion) to link the bridge to the centre of the old city.

We went out for a bit of a wander after dinner to take some photos and for Alf to add some more to his stock of video and timelapse (isn't he clever?). It's unnaturally warm. It's been grey and warm all day, with a southerly wind, although promised rain has yet to happen. But this evening, it was even warmer. A temperature indicator on the other side of the water said it was 20 degrees. At 8.30pm!

After taking this shot, we wandered over to our favourite cafe in Five Wells square which was still going strong, and had a beer sitting outside. Then we pootled across to the University and all the way along the other side of the peninsula right up to the Sea Organ and the Greeting to the Sun, which lights up at night according to the same pattern as the waves, with the lights driven by solar energy collected during the day. Not easy to photograph, but definitely something that should be seen.

It was a lovely evening, and curiously enough not one we could have enjoyed earlier during our stay, because when the sun was shining and the wind was coming, more or less, from the north, the temperature was slumping to low single figures almost as soon as the sun set.