Someone, somewhere always wants to walk through your shot. And if you wait, a lorry or a double decker bus will obscure it. And by then the next person is ready. Sigh.
The Old Grammar School.
I deliberately missed out the very odd statue of Thomas Chippendale looking like Uriah Heep.
The church I may go to Mass in when Mum comes up, to make her happy.
Although a sneaky part of me hopes the times clash with breakfast
