Mist's there, can't see any mellow fruitfulness.

p.m. whizz through to Keswick. Herself suffers from cool tootsies and is overdue a new pair of slippers.
She's fancied a pair of what I refer to as "knitted wellies", possibly better recognised as Norwegian knitted Slippers.
Hole in one: not only did they have some which fit, they weren't in a silly girly pink.

Result. I quote.
"Brian, I'm sleeping in these tonight."
:¬)) We shall see.
Other possible options...
A shot of the, now closed "Whisky Shop" :¬((
Three shops, one of the outer pair had the word "Collectibles" in its title, and the other "Callectables". My Spill chucker reckons the former to be correct.
And finally Cyril a notice informing passers by that
"Dogs welcome, children must be kept on a lead at all times."