I love a dilapidated building and one with such a charming ghost sign is always going to be a winner.

A Sunday with just one plan. To be out and about before most tourists and at the supermarket before a noon closing time. Both achieved but with unplanned complexities,not of our own making. There was a fundraising  race throughout the centre of the town between 11 and 5 closing many streets and footpaths.

Meanwhile there was also a Classic Car event  on roads that circled the town.

A complexity of our own making was the purchase of a heavy set of boules for  family games in the summer.

In 30 degrees this was quite a shopping undertaking. But we managed to escape the route of the charity event to leave me, Lola and the boule by the roadside to be picked up on our way out of town. But Serendipity was having a laugh at our expense. Moments after I was picked up,we pulled out into a stream of classic vehicles. And so without ever registering as a Classic Vehicle we paraded through the streets of a town high on road racing and Classic cars. There were many places where both events could be viewed almost simultaneously.

It would have been churlish not to wave and unlike many vehicles, in this extraordinary heat,we did not break down.

So on a Sunday, not without a little drama, but also some very cute ghost signs.

Just below the old hotel is a fish sculpture.

Tranquility in a very busy town.