Thursday, February 26, 2015

Abroad place

We strolled here. Past the snoozing cats that probably run the place - an abroad place. Past the crippled dog, the this and that. We took it all in till there was nothing much left.

Saw a fish too. Nothing fancy but black big black with scadaberous teeth nestling in its home - a white box -with its family. In Ice. Yes, there was ice. And not in Gin.


gz said...


GB said...

Looks a bit like a rather sad seaside town on the south coast of Englandshire. Perhaps it's the greyness that makes me think that. And the blue and white tiles.