Floodgates

The Tay was low and I saw the remains of a railway station trolley standing on the bank. It can't have been there long; the winter flow of water would surely move it; so perhaps it has been working its way slowly downstream.

I had the wrong lens for a picture of the trolley, so instead here is the view climbing back up the steps.

Mrs. P is much better today after her fall on Monday, and managed to go to her seminar in Edinburgh. She's still finding new bruises though, and has to be careful not to smile with a cut lip. At least she feels like smiling sometimes now - that wasn't the case yesterday.