Tempt me not thou Lamb

I see this apparition every time I depart the Lewes Arms, the brazen emblazonment that one sees on staggering from out of the pub, that temptation, that lure. But no. I resist. I have frequented the Lamb of Lewes but once, last year post company Christmas bash at Buddah Belly...

I have converted this vision to a pale cyan t reflect the coldness of the eve, as witnessed by the grit on the road before you...