Sub Station

Since Joey broke his leg his much shortened range means that I don't get to go down to the river anything like as much as I used to. So it was nice to have a chance to walk down there this afternoon, wrapped up in my Christmas scarf, some 70s funk on the iPod and a couple of rolls of HP5 to shoot with the Diana F I was given a while back. An over-sized omelette from the cafe was a welcome pause. The cryptic patterns on the sub-station are new and a considerable improvement on more direct messages, now gone.