In Britain we call the tough doormen and doorwomen who wait outside night clubs "bouncers". They "bounce" troublemakers back out into the street.
Yesterday we were at Carsington Water - a vast reservoir near Matlock in Derbyshire. The automatic doors to the visitor centre were guarded by a bouncer called Cedric Swan. We managed to slip inside while his back was turned. He took a particular dislike to a small but muscular grey dog on a lead. The dog may have never encountered a swan before. The stunned expression on his canine face said, "What the hell is that?". The expression on Cedric's face said, "I'm gonna kill you you ugly mutt!"
The weather was changeable so we did not undertake the seven mile circuit of the reservoir. We just strolled about and managed to get rained upon for five minutes when on an exposed section of the lakeside path. I noticed these teasels in the water. They demonstrate perfectly how Carsington Water has recently been overfilled by flood water.
Sometimes there were dramatic bursts of sunshine as in the picture below.
With soggy trousers, we got back in Clint's comfortable cockpit and headed for nearby Cromford where we visited a wonderful bookshop called "Scarthin Books". Upstairs there's a small vegetarian cafe in which we ordered delicious homemade soups with fresh wholemeal rolls. Mine was tomato, roasted butternut squash and basil. Shirley's was split pea soup.
As we were waiting for our soups to arrive we noticed these bookshelves. In fact, we chuckled when another customer picked "Bish Bash Bosh!" up and took it downstairs - presumably to purchase it. I had to restrain Shirley from yelling after the woman, "Our son wrote that!"