Reluctance

Every picture tells a story. Fiona was on duty at the weekly coffee morning in the Mechanics’ Institute and Town Hall. I’d help set up tables and chairs and then departed with Molly for a walk. For a short distance Molly was fine: until she realised Fiona wasn’t with us. Despite poor eyesight she knew she wasn’t with us. The steps of the Town Hall are on the left. This was as far as we got.