Before the sun was up this morning, and it never bothered to get up in truth, I wandered out to catch the early worm. My eating habits are not what they were! Passing one of the crows so intent on removing a snail from its shell it allowed me within four feet of himself before he looked up, somewhat irritably, and glared as I moved away. Not much else moved even though the market was opening up. This line of garages manages to look almost derelict and because nobody had bothered to rise I took this snap. Usually the doors are open and mechanics are very busy chatting while attempting to work out how much to overcharge the car owner who's precious beast is undergoing surgery there. It may well be these are just the workshops of the building on the right that constantly offers large cars at bargain prices. They do not mention such cars are cheap to buy and horrendous to run! Petrol, repairs, spare parts all cost a fortune, that is why muggins (always men who have watched 'Top Gear') falls for the cheap prices. I would like to take better pics of these but some folks like to call the constabulary for some reason.
As winter is closing in let's have a warmer picture for Saturday night. 'Off Scarborough,' by Ernest Dade. Very nice and makes me want to go to sea again. It's not that I once went to sea, it's just that I wanted to go to sea once before. I didn't, it was too cold.
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