Well! Isn't that P.O.S.H.?

Did a swift recycle run. We raided the bank and, in light of there being not a free car space to be had we took a dash out to Greystone House Farm to see Henry, and of course, have a brew.
We heard it was changing hands and thought, Tuesday of last Bank hol, to have (As we thought) the final brew under the "retiring" management: having heard that Henry was taking it on. SHAZBATT!!! They were closed upstairs, shop still open but no more cuppas 'till new management.
After the brew, and en route home, Gaffer saw an advert for a Heaton-Cooper art exhibition in Rheged. Interested up to the point where it became apparent that we'd be poorer as we went in, rather than as a result of going in.
This was the scene from the highest walkway. Looked like preparation for, maybe, a Wedding Breakfast. NAY! There was to be some kind of educational award thingy there tonight. Looks like they have chair-jackets to tart them up, but some poor wee lassie had to tie all the bows around each one.
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I very nearly did another shot of the water-fall where I tried the first, abortive, "Fluffy water" shot.