from under my nose

In what would turn out to be a pointless journey to retrieve cash for the accommodation we had booked for next week, I went on a fruitless journey to what I had hoped would be a relatively safe camera-foyer bank machine, which turned out to be an ex-bank. I may have noticed this before when I last had a cheque to pay in but when I'm not walking past an area every other day it becomes less familiar. As I was going up here I didn't need the last bit of cycle lane but it still ought not to be blocked by dingbats with a van.