On the question of curious names, incidentally, my friend is opening a bookshop in town in a new development that is being let in small units to all sorts of interesting enterprises. Below her will be Blow House.* One can only imagine.
The picture shows a snippet of the yarn-bombing that took place on Friday night. The bust is Sir Alfred East RA, in whose honour our art gallery is named. I think he would have approved.
What has been an otherwise splendid weekend has, however, be marred by the discovery that someone has taken a swipe at my wing mirror overnight. Curses!
*Blow House will, apparently, be a hairdressing salon where one arrives with wet hair to have it dried and styled. People tell me it's all the rage in that there London. Good grief.