To begin with, I expected to have the full use of both legs.
Since my crash in pursuit of a tram the other day, I would estimate that my left leg has less than 20% of its normal load-bearing capacity, and even when I am not attempting to stand or walk, it is reminding me it is there. Yesterday afternoon the family went to the big outlet centre near South Wharf on the banks of the Yarra. The intention was that I would hobble no more than a few metres while the others looked for bargains inside the thronged shops. It was, of course, Easter Sunday. The weather was grey and cool, so the outlet centre was packed. I wandered slowly, very slowly, along the restaurants on the water’s edge. I rather liked the brightly coloured bicycles used as a demarcation fence for one of the restaurants, though I noted that the pedals had all removed as a deterrent to theft.
Around the corner of the main restaurant block, the Polly Woodside sits in the splendour of a special dock. Polly Woodside is a three-masted barque built in Ireland in 1885. She sailed the world as a trader under various names until her working life came to an end in 1922. She is now handsomely restored and part of the wonderful riverside precinct in Melbourne.
There are many bridges across the Yarra, including some quirky footbridges. This, still limping heavily, I made my way to the middle of this one.
As I looked to the East, one of several tourist vessels that ply their trade on the Yarra cam towards us. I am sure that even if they were not built in the Netherlands, they are modelled on the canal boats of Amsterdam.
I hope this foot improves soon.