Wet, Wet, Wet

We are going to see 'Conclave' at the cinema later and as the screening time clashes with when we would normally eat we decided to walk into town for lunch instead.  Nothing special; just pie, mushy peas and mash at the local department store cafe, but the pie was very good; just the sort of pie you want when you want a pie.  W also said those words that every man would love to hear a woman say to him; "Would you like to finish my pie?".

It was raining all the time we were there but we popped our head into the local gallery after lunch for a look around.  A few nice Hockneys and a couple of excellent Lowrys for sale but all a bit above my price range.  I've blipped the 'Ministry of Silly Walks' mural on the sister gallery's wall before but I liked the reflection of it in the door of this empty shop.