National Hunt

Could this be the Jamaica Inn, housing smugglers as a fierce storm batters in from the Cornish coast? Could it be the Slaughtered Lamb, on the bleak Yorkshire moors as two American backpackers shelter from a thick foreboding fog?

Or is it the sign of the local estate pub in a bit of a stiff breeze on a gloomy day as I popped to the Co-op to buy a pizza for my tea?

Look I've only got two photos today - I've worked all day and then run eight miles this evening. It was this or an out of focus pigeon in the back garden ...