Early morn I ventured out looking for pictures while the streets were quiet. Sadly the gray clouds overhead spoiled things somewhat. I did attempt a shot of the golden owl grasping a black mouse with its beak but the light was too poor for a success. From behind I did get a good shot of him looking towards the 1926 town hall, given by the Courtauld's, and recently refurbished. Why an owl on the drinking fountain I know not. Old 'Frith' pictures show a light there but a skinny bird on top, possibly a thrush not someone out of the celebs pages. By the seventies the light appears to have vanished but the owl has been there since I brought my presence to the town. This too was expensively cleaned and renovated a year or so ago. Now the town wasters hang out here, no not me!