I had things to do this morning such as dropping Mrs O’s car off for MOT and posting off my pension application. I like to support the real Post Office near the University so I lugged my kit down with me. Mrs O had voiced her opinion that Spring was in the air before I left. If this is her idea of Spring then it must be an Arctic Spring. Was it grim or was it grim?
I did spy the railway wagons on the West Bank from the Tolly Brewery site so I marched over there to find some shunting going on. At least Peter will know that the bridge he has in his viewfinder does carry rail freight.