I am getting out far less these days, but am determined that this blog shall not degenerate into a mere succession of rants and complaints about politics. There is more to life than all that stuff. One of the essential features of freedom is that you are not personally obliged to obsess about whatever happen to be the dominant political narratives.
So, a quota gallery of bridge photos, which I photoed on June 10th 2014.
It’s the Queen Elizabeth II Bridge at Dartford, and the furthest bridge downstream before you get to open sea:
As you can see, I didn’t get as near to this bridge as I might have, just within sight of it, which was the limit of my ambition that day. But the day was a fine one, and the foreground clutter and low-tide mudscapes were diverting. And the walk back from this spot, back to London, was most enjoyable, aside from the stench of some huge sewage processing plant, or some such thing, that operates around there.
Memo to self: Take another trip out to this bridge, and get nearer to it.