Yer WHAT?

Ventured forth today, little option, hair-do day. The weather was, surprisingly, fair to middling clement most of the time, though I do wish it would get cold when it rains. I practically had to wring my shirt out due to wearing a jacket.

Accepting re-incarnation I reckon I must have been either a seal or an Inuit last time around ? I LOVE fish, tolerate the cold fairly well and hate like hell to be over-heated.

Anway.
After the hair and a brew came Morrison's and another brew. Home via a place which may be named at some future date to view a potential purchase which...ditto. ''The suspensfullness is terrific''.

While parked, up this hove into view. I now no longer gawp at stretched Limos, but reckoned this relatively Gawpworthy.

Went home and studied today's captures ...Set against a huge handfull of Penrith alterations, it  just  HAD to be this so I looked it up. You have to see it to believe it. Mind you, it's a bit of a reflection on modern youth that you need to cage the little buggers to let them dance.

''Al, where's Peart Road?''
''You know where's Mam's bungallow used to be??
''Oh!''