In early November I went to London on a work trip. I stayed in a hotel very close to the Tower of London, just on the opposite side of Tower Bridge. At least, I think that’s what this bridge is called. It’s the famous one that everyone thinks is called London Bridge, much to the shame of the people of Seattle.
Anyway, while I was there, the poppies to commemorate the centenary of the First World War. I had a spare ten minutes after I checked in to take a few photos before the light went. Here they are.
When I was a kid, a day trip to Rhyl was a major event. It was exciting. The drive along the bottom road through Flint and along the coast was a drag, though. It seemed to take forever. One game we all used to play was “who can spot the Fun Ship first?”. Sooner or later, the huge white abandoned carcass of the Fun Ship would appear – and the first person to shout was the winner.
Simple times, eh?
The Duke of Lancaster has been moored near Mostyn for as long as I can remember. Once it was a popular tourist attraction, now it’s a relic. Adorned with graffiti like the tattoos of an old sailor, now land locked. Will it be sold for scrap? Or will it be saved?