..... and eventually I, and my not quite so happy band of
fellow pilgrims, arrived at the bus depot.
I noticed several of them made a bee line - or should
I have said an ant line - for the nearest chemist which just
happened to be over the road.
Calomine lotion is good for ant bites I'm told.
|They couldn't get off fast enough|
The library was my first port of call because my books weighed a ton
and I was in danger of one arm becoming longer than the other
if I lugged them round for too long.
Coming out of the library I bumped into a man walking a greyhound.
No Alice dear, it wasn't George Clooney he's much too
busy these days. So I stopped for a little cuddle much to his
astonishment and then I gave his dog a quick stroke too.
The unexpected sunshine had brought out all the buskers in
force and I sat on one of these curious stone things whilst I had
a listen and got my breath back. Once bitten, twice shy so
I did a quick ant check first. A girl can't be too careful
where her frilly bits are concerned.
As luck would have it there was a free exhibition of local artist's
work on in the Assembly Rooms so I nipped in to black my nose
and certainly wasn't disappointed. These cottages would look
good in a sampler.
I had only managed to take a couple of quick snaps with my
trusty Pentax when round the corner in the picture above came
a very officious geezer who asked me to leave.
When I asked why he said it was in case I was taking
images that I would later reproduce commercially.
My reply, much like the aforementioned images, was
certainly not to be repeated commercially or anywhere
else for that matter as it was a little rude.
Hey, ho. Time to go home.
Fortunately the ants, much like Elvis, had already left the bus.