Warwick Avenue

Tonight we went to Warwick on the spur of the moment, for dinner with friends at the Art Kitchen. Nice Thai food.

Wandered around the city a bit and saw the church, eerie in the darkness with the sounds of a choir drifting in and out. Last time we were here we went up the bell tower, which unbeknownst to us was actually closed, and got into trouble. As we ascended we saw the manic red-faced bellringers pulling on the ropes for all their worth.

This is a rubbish photo which proves once again, if proof was needed, that the iPhone is pants.