Yesterday I went bounding off – well, stepping out – and once past the industrial estate the walking was pleasant: a beautiful September day. I was more interested in terraces than in tourism, and the itinerary did not include the pilgrimage destination, the Big House, or the italianate church looking bizarre among chalk and flint cottages.
It did, however, include the local garden centre as a possible watering hole. This was fortunate. I reached the junction named baldly (but exactly) Park Wall, and fell flat on my face, taking the knee out of my favourite walking trousers and myself. The garden centre supplied running water, tea, teacake, and plasters, and the excursion turned into a jigsaw hunt instead.
Found in a charity shop. Once you look, it is amusing to note the subtext of the image: apparently Manhattan residents are even more insular than other island dwellers. 🙂
The image also contains, of course, a great many ghosts.