Water under the bridge

The iron bridge, that is, at Ironbridge. The river’s high – the flood barriers were up, though it wasn’t quite up to the Wharfage. Perhaps the level had dropped a little. A leg stretch and a breath of fresh air were needed, making the most of what was left of the afternoon after a reasonably prompt Christmas lunch.

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