Incinerator

A bit of an adventure this morning: I had to get two buses through town and down London Road to pick up a parcel from the Royal Mail depot in the industrial hinterland down by the river. It was beautifully situated round the back of the old Cattle Market between the Incinerator and the County ground and it was the wrong place. The postie had used the wrong card and my parcel (actually Beck's parcel) was happily sat in town in the depot on Parliament Street. Oh well, at least I got a blip out of it all!