What Are The Chances?

The KHT has completed the hours required for the Monday element of her course, so we decided to go to Worcester to visit the Art Gallery and Museum to celebrate.

It was a mild day, with high cloud, so we were brave and went without coats. A bold, and possibly rash move, in a year when winter seems to have gone on forever!

The roads were quiet.

There was just a brief hold up to allow a delivery truck do a very complicated manoeuvre off a drive. We watched as the vehicle inched closer and closer to a ditch, willing the driver not to make an error of judgment, that could have taken the truck into a muddy abyss.
Fortunately, he didn't.

We regularly visit Worcester. However, we usually focus our attention on the Cathedral, the river, and the main shopping streets. On this occasion, we headed northwards towards Foregate Street in search of the museum. Well, the cafe had great reviews, so we just had to check it out...


The KHT was impressed with the giant sturgeon - minus its caviar, which is just visible at the back of this photograph.










We admired the very constable-ish artwork of Leader, complete with ornate gold frames - which you either love or hate.

We ate lunch at The Balcony cafe, enjoying the peaceful oasis it offers, before exploring the rest of the museum, which was mainly military.

The fact that amazed me most was that prior to the ice age, the Severn used to flow northwards into the Dee, until during a prolonged cold snap some glaciers got in the way.
The thought of all that water changing direction blows my mind!

Meanwhile, the KHT enjoyed trying on the hats. She only tried on two, so this was the closest we got to a hat trick...







After leaving the museum we found our way to the Sabrina Bridge, pausing to watch a film crew and a handler with two birds of prey leaving the racecourse. We will never know what we just missed. Life is strange like that.

We crossed the river and headed south towards Powick, past a regal looking belgian shepherd dog, with a freshly stitched ear. Life continues to be odd...



















A brightly painted barge overtook us, making its slow way somewhere. Rosie and Jim were nowhere to be seen.

We passed a lonely lifebelt floating futilely in the water. Liberated by vandals or floodwater, we knew not. I wondered how far had it traveled before it came to rest in that tangled mass of twigs.









We passed the main road at the unimaginatively named 'Worcester Bridge' and continued south. The budding greenery helped us to appreciate spring has finally arrived.





















Behind the fence adjacent to the footpath, groundstaff at Worcestershire County Cricket Ground were making up for lost time after the recent floods, marking out the nets.







The river level had dropped far enough for the weir to be visible, but we heard it before we saw it, as gallons of water tumbled and roared down the incline en route to the sea.
I am still trying to get my head around the river changing direction, and failing!





We cross the Diglis Bridge.
The KHT practices walking on walls.
"If I get the shot right it will look like you are walking on water..."
 I don't get the shot right.





Words of encouragement have appeared on the footpath. Is this art, graffiti, or both?

We have walked about 11k steps, so we reward ourselves with a coffee.

We head home retracing our route across country. As we pass through Inkberrow, we have to stop to allow a car with trailer to pull out of a driveway. We realise to our total amazement, that it is the very same house where we had to wait for the truck to complete it's tricky manoeuvre this morning.
What are the chances of that happening?