Wall

– Nice to see the weather improving. Or at least, not raining all day long.
– Rain is all very well, but you can have too much of it sometimes. Tends to dampen the spirits. Metaphorically. And somehow also literally.
– Talking of rain, the river looked pretty high yesterday when I was visiting Chester. Not sure it was really meant to be spilling over the sides the way it was. Sort of got in the way when I was trying to stroll along. That and the swans.
– It's always wise to be wary of swans. They are inherently unpredictable.
– But the weather was good, mostly. It's nice to be able to take time out from the hustle and bustle of life and just wander aimlessly along the river. Watching the boats bobbing along; happy families having a day out feeding the ducks; seagulls huddling together, wondering how to get back to the sea.
– Cities with rivers are always interesting. And walls. Chester has walls. Gives you a sense of security to have walls around your city.
– Although they have to be picturesque mediaeval walls, with the occasional tower.
– True. Modern concrete walls with barbed wire along the top are somehow less comforting.
– I walked all the way along the walls. I wasn't sure if it was possible: whether there would be a bit missing.
– As in a sudden chasm? With maybe only a flimsy rope bridge to get across?
– Well, perhaps, or maybe just a bit of pavement or dual carriageway to navigate.
– The rope bridge would have been interesting. Or a vine to swing across.