While the guys were dismantling the two kitchens on Saturday morning we went for a doggy walk along the canal. I wanted to get a new header photograph ready to use on this blog for when I move into my new place. The weather was cold but gloriously bright, just perfect to get a nice clear shot of the bridge and far too nice to sit on the floor watching men work.
The little barge called My Newt tempts me every time we walk past. Her handrails and trims are all sporting a fresh coat of glossy red paint so I think someone loves her as much as I do.
We walked first one way and then the other as I was trying to get a good shot of this bridge. As you can see from the centre writing it was put up in 1927 and it carries a large water pipe rather than pedestrians, which is a bit sad as it would have been a handy cut through to town if we could get over on it.