Old Times

There was no swithering this morning as I beat a hasty exit to meet up with a cycling friend, whom I hadn't seen lang syne, and exchange news and air views about this and that, although when the 'that' became the referendum issue and we discovered we had opposing views, it was quickly dropped as a subject and we got back on to safer ground.
It is too late for anyone trying to change my mind now- I've already voted.

This rather colourful solo drinking den in a shop doorway was on my route home. Peeling paint has a definite attraction for me unless I am the person with the Nitromors and the scraper.