Keep looking upwards

Have pounded pavements this morning in a vain search for a vegetable brush. Who knew such a mundane item would beat me. I even settled to searching for a nail brush in the last couple of shops but thought them too dear for an occasional baked potato. I return home empty-handed.

One well-known shop named after a part of North West England is sited in a one-time bank. The usual dreary ceiling tiles were thankfully left in their boxes by way of deference to this magnificent ceiling. Too splendid for saucepans and baking tins ;-)