Swing bridge

We went across to the market for the usual - pies, saying hello to folks and spotting family Swan who were having a guddle around by the swing bridge.

D then went across the water to East End Park, but my courage failed me (not the fitba', but the potential infectivity of Legends Bar), so I went to the allotment instead. D witnessed a relatively painless nil-all draw with ICT, whilst I fed the little blighters and dug up a few more tatties.