Yesterday I went to see the Statue of Liberty. There was a bit of rain, so I figured it’d be a bit less busy on the ferry. I was wrong. Loads of people queueing up. So I joined the queue, went through all the security checks, and got on the ferry. Then it began to snow. And the snowflakes got bigger and bigger, and it was like being in a blizzard with the wind making things colder as the ferry crossed to the statue. The impressive view was, err, not so impressive through a curtain of snow.
And this is what Manhattan looked like on the way back.
For some reason, I’m still in a slightly grumpy mood. Not sure why, just not got into the swing of things yet.