Hanging Out

Isn't it lovely that there are places where all sorts of people's lives intersect? The Millennium Bridge in York always strikes me as one of those places.

This afternoon, for example, there was a small person heading home in his dad's backpack, a dog-walker, some teenagers just hanging, and a Blipper. Who, incidentally, had gone down to the river hoping for some wildlife shots. But the wildlife was elusive and those images I did get were really ropey.

It's a shame about the bit of bridge in the foreground...although...oh, I don't know. It's better than a late night emergency cat blip. Probably.