Mouldy old Dough.

Well, this isn't mouldy I'm sure. It's as fresh as fresh and smells gorgeous when you drive past.
It's a sort of Wallace and Gromit type Breadomatic machine. It's a milestone on our journey up to see my Dad who lives in Cheshire. It is situated by some traffic lights, allowing you to lean out of the car window and grab a quick snap as you go by.
If you look carefully you can see the loaves whizzing round on conveyer belts browning nicely.
LooseCanon has a theory that the number of loaves going around is in direct proportion to the state of the country's economy. Not sure what he bases this idea on, except once, in the depths of the banking crisis , it was closed for cleaning or something.