Life Imitating Art?

Still had the wonderful music from last night’s concert in my head as we drove over to Baildon for a race for Mr P over 13+ miles on lots of different terrains.
After he had set off at 9.30am l drove down to Salts Mill to meet him at the eight mile mark on the canal path that passes through Saltaire.
I really needed to spend a penny but had twenty miutes to wait befor the Mile opened so l walked briskly around the streets in the model village.
Was back bang on ten!
Knew l wouldn’t be seeing Mr P for another thirty minutes so l walk through one floor of the gallery, knew l had seen my blip before l was half way through the building.
I’ve put Mr P in extras , not because l want a running journal but because l rather liked the reflection in the puddle