West Walls and Borders

After a work meeting today in Carlisle, we walked back along West Walls under this blossomy canopy.   G’s bag gives away our few minutes of giddy, guilty excitement in Primark.

The two in the extra were enjoying a joke (how long til we can hand them back?), and I liked the people crossing the border of English and Scotch Street.

Basil came to fix the fridge hinge. I’d hoped to catch a blip of him (Its faulty, said Basil), but I couldn’t gauge a good moment to ask. I’m still delighting in the small pleasure of a working door.