Just a short post today. I wanted to share my photos of Norwich’s beautiful Art Nouveau Arcade. I visited my hairdresser, and as I sat there with my hair covered in goo, knitting away, I realised what a lovely view it had of all the tiles in the upper part of the arcade. Jon let me take a couple of shots out of the open window, on condition that I didn’t let any pigeons fly in, or drop my camera on the head of an unsuspecting passerby.
Back on ground level …
Yet again it was a very cold day, so in the interests of not spending any more money, I didn’t dally in town. By the time I got on the Park and Ride bus my hands were far too cold to carry on with my knitting…
…and in fact needed help with photographing it when I got home…
(Henry is more than a little peeved because Higgins, who had been hogging the fireside all morning while Henry was upstairs on our bed, decide that the floor was a little hard and dragged his bed across the floor and pushed it up against the fireguard making quite sure there was no chance of Henry doing his usual bully boy thing and chasing him off the hearth rug.)
Talk about smug…