Seven a-swimming

On my way across Bernard St bridge I saw these swans milling about - not possible to tell from the photo but at least five of them were still partially grey cygnets. Couldn't hang about to see whether the two residents would do their usual thing of sailing at speed under the bridge to repel boarders.

Another visit out to little France, the last for some considerable time I hope. On the way back I visited John Lewis on the hunt for a replacement shoulder bag - haven't been in there for a while though and half of the interior is boarded up with loud sounds of drilling and hammering going on.