A six pack on the doorstep

When I left to take Mrs M to the station at 8.30 this morning, the thought crossed my mind that I should take my camera, but I dismissed it, thinking that there would be plenty of opportunities later in the day. 

Then I saw this doorway and changed my mind, drove back up to the house and back down with the camera. A passing woman looked curiously at me as I squatted on the pavement with my camera and even more curiously at the café door! I was giving nothing away and walked back to the car!

It struck me that the milkman must be a very fussy man as the containers were placed so evenly on the doorstep. This is what I would do if I were a milkman!