Most of yesterday was spent immobilised.
When I crashed the previous day, I was unaware of the ankle injury. I suppose the ankle twist was the first cause of everything that followed, but either way, it made its presence felt yesterday. My daughter took pity on me towards the end of the day and left me at the beach in Port Melbourne while she went to the gym. The Spirit of Tasmania II was in port, preparing for the evening sailing across the Bass Strait. On the beach, some hardy souls were swimming despite the very chilly bite of the wind.
Eventually I needed to move so I hobbled Eastward towards the next little pier. One wedding photography session was in progress at what was obviously a favoured site, and another party was waiting impatiently for their turn on the pier.
During the changeover between parties, I made my way carefully down the pier to see if there was a shot to be had. Lots of fishermen, but nothing photographically exciting. Catherine caught up with me there, having seen me wandering away from my allotted parking lot from the window of the gym.
We had a coffee across the road and watched as the second wedding party finished with the pier and proceeded to block a side road to use as a set for their wedding album.
As we progressed slowly back to the car, I snatched a shot of one of the apartment complexes. Many of the expensive apartments in the Port Melbourne area are converted from old warehouses and factories.
Not a great day, photographically, but better than I hoped in the circumstances.