The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
A grey day on the tip
We came home via the beach. I'd forgotten the bridge across the stream was closed for repairs. The diversion was boring so I convinced George that if we walked far enough out into the bay the stream would become jumpable. Streams are deceptive: they are wider than you think. We gave up in the end and came back via the boring diversion. But to convince myself our detour wasn't a complete waste of time I took this photo.