Leven Terrace

It's one of those ones that you spot a way off and you just know there's a Cigs waiting for you.

So I cycled along the Meadows; westward. And I stopped at the lights that take you across towards the Kings Theatre; I could see the council container and the Spideysense started to tingle and - sure enough - a Cigs.

Not a great one, mind, but a Cigs. Black spray paint; block capitals; single underline; amongst many of the other usual suspects.

But that done, I could carry on with day, smiling.