Despite the drizzly weather I decided that we really needed to get out for some fresh air and a bit of a walk. In an attempt to go somewhere a little different we opted for Ironbridge. A good long walk along the wharfage then up, over, around and under the bridge itself. I'm not really sure what Owen made of it but it was nice to get out.
While I was trying to catch him on the bridge a nice lady, "I have just sanitised my hands" offered to take a picture of us -I even cleaned my phone afterwards, the times we're living in. I've pretty heavily cropped the original as it reminded me of a similar photo of me taken the best part of 40 years earlier*.