I hit the Pyrmont Bridge in peak hour tonight, and it was bloody chaos. I tagged along behind another bloke, letting him pick the path through the crowds. He decided to duck through an alcove off to the side, and who happened to be lurking in there but....
...two of the council rangers who are supposed to keep order on the bridge at times like this. It was nice and cool and shady in that alcove - and out of the way. Much nicer than being out in the sun telling cyclists to slow down and behave.
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