Today in between last minute present wrapping, cooking and visits from friends and relations we took a walk down to the river and my nephew and I captured a few images we'd like to share. It was a typical Christmas Eve, a little dull and chilly but all the ice and snow that had threatened to keep us apart had disappeared. Difficult and uncertain journeys were forgotten.
The river was quiet and calm with the silence broken by the calls of curlews and oyster catchers. We made out the exotic shape of an egret at too far a distance to capture on camera.
We took a last look at the crumbling remains of the Ryde Queen, a paddle steamer that used to run between Ryde and Portsmouth but in later years served as a nightclub where we did some of our growing up as teenagers. It's sad to see the state it is now in as it waits to be scrapped next year.