Harbourgeddon

Decided to hit the sales at Ocean Terminal today before they finish, at least for a couple of months, and after a strangely successful outing had a late lunch then caught the early showing of Parental Guidance. The film was OK, one to watch when it hits the telly. The blib is from our lunch table, looking across the water at these flats that were built on reclaimed land they called Western Harbour. I always think they look like something out of a sic-fi film; what's left standing after some cataclysmic event. But with the buses still running.