Foggy Friday

A grey day.. the sort that never quite wakes up. But, there wasnt a breath of wind and it was reasonably mild. 

Fletch woke us at 6 am with a VERY loud gurgly tum . I finally dosed him up  with his medicine. It's been very effective so far but needs to be administered by syringe into his mouth. Getting it in without the bright pink liquid ending up everywhere except in his mouth was a challenge. 
But he was a lot happier by mid day  and we went for a walk along Channel side.

 I didnt have my camera but the reflection was worth a blip. The white tower is all that's left of a church. The rest was demolished to make apartments. My nana lived in the house on the far right before she got married in 1923. It was considered very upmarket in those days .