WoL reflections

Went up to the West End for Monday yoga session - actually used the tram, the bus timings being inconvenient.

D got back a bit early from the island; we were supposed to be meeting up with one of his archeo-colleagues from Hull, visiting with her parents from California - but the airline lost or mis-directed one of their bags so they didn't come. We'd booked a table in the Roseleaf, so decided to just amend the number and eat there anyway. It was as enjoyable as ever. Failed to take a photo indoors, so here's the view from the Coburg St Bridge (about 9 pm). Impossible to tell from the photo, but one of those dark lumps in the foreground turned out to be the entire family swan (still 7 youngsters) dozing on a pile of jetsam mid-stream.