A wet time in the old town tonight. .

I'd been to a lecture upstairs at The Spread Eagle, organised by the running club, it was well attended.
As was the fortnightly meeting of the local Photographic Club.
There was a clash. But much grumbling aside, the snappers gave way to the runners. (There was more of us than them, besides we were fitter and younger and in a few cases, prettier).
But when I left the pub for the walk home, it was like a ghost town save for the solitary car that drove through my photo. A thought came in to my mind...
"They'll be alright, as long as they keep to the path".

Name that film...!