One sees funny things in car parks.

Saturday meat-hunt and brew. In lieu of straight home we had a run up onto Beacon Edge, which yielded some, repeatable, shots looking fellwards, a close up of ''Nandana'' which I thought I'd blipped from across the valley but can't find, etc. Unrepeatable were but 2 ...
1. Winnie the Pooh's little book of Feng Shui.
2. This mighty groveler. The mind bogleth at what he's in search of, but it beat Winnie into a cocked hat.