Exit pursued by a duck

The little arena cum stage in the old dry dock has wet land areas at each end with planting and clearly this sheltered spot is just the place for ducks. If this place hasn't got a name yet, and I haven't heard that it has, why not call it the Daze; it's still tagged that way. 

If Carlsberg did culture ...

Mobile Chippy

I haven't seen many of these around though I can imagine they must be visiting fair grounds, football matches and so on all over the place. Now I come to think of it, I dimly recall being told that an aunt of mine ran a fish and chip van around the York area many, many years ago; we're talking 1920's or thereabouts. So nothing new under the sun.

This was parked outside what used to be the Endyke pub which became such an unexciting place that it had to change into a shop.

You have it to do

It's a strange compulsion I know, a kind of reflection fetish ... Someone puts up a set of windows and you just have to see what reflections they give. So here's what you get from the office windows around the new dry dock stage. Below is what it looked like straight on. This is, of course, the penguin prison and fish farm a.k.a  the Deep.

Apologies for the grainy pictures, entirely my fault.

Weekend Reflections are here.