A Sorry Lack Of Action.

After all Nigel’s initial excitement over the proposed work due to be carried out on “our” bridge in the coming next six months ………

…… it’s fair to say the diddly squat has happened, save for three gentlemen standing, talking and pointing for a few minutes in our “garden” on the very first morning. As soon as he is up Nigel goes straight to the window in the hope of seeing anything …… cranes, rafts, scaffolding, cradles  …… only to be greeted time and again with absolutely nothing.

Naturally he’s now blaming meltdown, however as he had been a little concerned as to how the disruption might effect on his beloved swans. No swanlings at all this year, again, according to Nigel probably due to the flipping the virus, but I am not really sure exactly how he’s worked that one out. 

Anyway, when he’s been out for a stroll, he’s been telling them that they are best staying at the bottom end of the river, nearest the weir, as, he in his expert opinion, it could possibly be a lot quieter and safer there than at our end, if/when the work eventually begins ……….. what is he like?