Vladimir and Estragon

with Godot lurking.

I walked through Montpelier which I discovered I can no longer afford. It was pretty rundown when I first thought I might live there, a long time ago.

Son and I weren't expecting to have to queue for the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition but it was worth it. I especially enjoyed going backwards through the exhibition once we'd got to the end deciding which we'd each have picked as the winner in each category.