A family trip to the cinema usually costs a fortune, what with the tickets, drinks, popcorn, ice creams and souvenir merchandise, but this time it was gratifyingly inexpensive.
We stood in the pouring rain outside The Picture House, opened in 1916, and read posters extolling the films we could have seen were the town not in lockdown.
Perhaps I should admit to myself that this UnHoliday is less of a success than I'd initially hoped.
Even I am finding it quite difficult to be enthusiastic about walking past a load of shops I'm already very familiar with – and we can't even enter any of them.
I can't remember a holiday when no-one has had so much as an ice lolly [popsicle] ☹️
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