There is (or was) a caner living in the Lansdowne
area of Dublin. We were standing at the station waiting for the train to take us
the short ride into the city centre when my husband got his phone out and
started snapping, I thought he'd gone mad, it was hardly scenic, the few locals
standing around took no notice. I asked him why he wanted a sleepy suburban rail
platform on his camera, then he pointed to the far track and to a cane lying
there ... and it was indeed a cane, a proper one about 3ft long and with
a grey rubberised handle for good grip. I put a red arrow on the
photo because it isn't as easy to identify on photo as it was real
life. (click picture for bigger image and then again for larger one)
I was amazed, P was baffled, he wondered
why someone would discard such a fine implement, and why dump it on the rail
track. Our hotel wasn't far away only a few minutes walk, P said he
would come back later, under cover of darkness and when no one was around, and
retrieve it. I told him no way, it was dangerous and he'd be seen and in any
case what on earth could he do with it apart from the obvious, I mean he
couldn't take it out of the country as a little memento, at least not without a
fair bit of embarrassment at the airport.
Of course he didn't go back for it, it was just one of
those funny little things you see from time to time, and can only
guess the story behind them.
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
