We crossed to the other side on the chain ferry, a journey which takes under a minute and costs 50p. The ferry itself was built in 1937 and rejoices in the name of 'Malvolio'. He was surrounded by rowing-boats named after Shakespearean women, and I thought it must be nice for Malvolio to have a harem. Or do they tease him by floating just beyond his captive reach?
Returning to the busy bridge area in search of lunch, we found a chippy and enjoyed a brace of battered sausages each before pottering around the shops. From this point the sky got darker and darker, so it was a question of when, not if, it would rain. We ran out of luck while exploring the market, and made for Hooray's ice cream parlour. Here we spent a pleasant hour eating ice cream (salted caramel, in my case; blueberry cheesecake, in Logan's) and watching less fortunate souls scurry along the wet pavement.
At last the rain eased enough for us to make a dash for station and motorcycle park respectively, and I had a splendid double rainbow to look at as I rode back towards the M40.