Had a miserable morning, which I won't go into, but this view cheered me a little. I was making my way slowly and reluctantly across town when I chanced upon it. It's precisely this type of view of the town that makes me suspect it might be twinned with Stepford.
The Hotel, incidentally, is where Scott and I spent our wedding night. I was 27 weeks pregnant with Harriet at the time and went to bed early while he stayed up with friends and family. When he eventually came to our honeymoon suite he found an elephant snoring in the four-poster bed and cricket on the TV.
Ah! Romance!
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