It's a nice day so we've driven down the M5 to Cirencester for a second visit of the year to Vicky's favourite tea shop, Keith's, and a bit of a mooch about.
David is shown the door.
Vicky does well to cover up her disappointment. Keith's is closed even tho' the interweb-thingy says it is open on Sundays between 10 and 4. Locals linger outside and are heard to mutter darkly: it was closed last week an' all.
Folk come from miles around to visit The Fish Shop in Cirencester (the Parish Church of St John Baptist is incidental, obviously).
Old chaps who can't make up their minds whether they are mods or skinheads keep an eye out for old chaps who can't make up their minds whether they are rockers or bikers. It'll all kick off in a sec!
About to venture inside the Parish Church.
A moment of quiet contemplation.
Getting chilly now. Time to drive back home the long way (don't ask).
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