Barrels ...

I don't know why, but I have always liked to see a pile of barrels outside a pub (The Staff of Life, Todmorden, in this case).  I don't think it has anything to do with my younger days pulling pints, I just like the informality, and the re-used slightly bashedness.  Day 13:  walking over cancer 10,138 steps - uphill!  it's not getting any easier