Saw the fellow on the electric (I think, it's VERY quiet) bike again this morning. He has no headlight, I'm afeared I'm going to pull out in front of him in the dark some early morning. I mean to get a picture the miscreant, but the bike is so quiet he gone before I can get the camera out!
I'm always looking for interesting antennas, and thought I had one here.
But instead it looks like some kind of suspension device for holiday decorations. Or something.
Signs of the times.
Urban clutter, the price of democracy, as it were. Is that the Red Hand Of Ulster? Or the Red Hand Of Doom? Or maybe it's Red Hand Day. At any rate, it seems ominous!
Sixty-two miles commuting this week.
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