so with the kids really driving me & each other crazy, i often opted for walks around the harbor. which would seem like fun to most kids, elicited groans of despair as they dutifully put shoes on.
walking around what is known as the floating wharf here in the bristol harbor (it doesn't actually float but was called the floating wharf due to all the ships/ferries/waterfaring vehicles it attracted during it's heyday). dignan spied some old time trains & gave me some interesting background on the trains which he must have been channeling from some long dead tour guide because he told me things like:
"so the trains came in from over there. this is an old one that someone left here. a long time ago. it doesn't work. i don't know. it's just here."
"this was where the train station was a long time ago. people could catch the train from this platform & stairs. there's an old car. someone left it here a long time ago. it doesn't go anymore."
"this is a really big anchor. it came from a really big boat. they left it here a long time ago. it was tied to the boat with a string. it's really big and made of iron."
so dignan has a bright future ahead of him as a bristol tour guide because everything he told me seemed feasible. plus he seemed to believe all his own hype, which made me want to believe in it too.
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