So, we set off with camera (me) sketchbooks (him) money for a hot chocolate and warm socks.
Here are some snaps from the day's adventures, after which I went down with some sort of virus . . .
We didn't see who lived here, but the sandy construction was about the size of a boiled sweet.
A lovely tap
Ezra's favourite factory - something to do with grain. I stood for a long time and watched the pigeons flock from one end of the buildings to the other, with seemingly no reason to do so, but then what do I know about pigeons' raison d'être.
I don't usually like peach-coloured paint, but for some reason I found this rather classy 50s? building rather wonderful in its new coat - hypnotically so. I walked around for ages just looking at the way the light changed the tones from peach to warm sandy-yellow, before I realised that I was totally freezing, and we went to sit in Café St Francis (I think it was) where the hot chocolate was delicious.