During my walk along Hadrian’s Wall I came across a place where I hoped to get some food and my early morning Coke. It was around 8 in the morning, but I had already been walking for a few hours and was hungry.
The place was closed and the information in the window didn’t help much:
I waited a bit, but it was a lonely and forlorn place, it was cold and it began to rain. So I had to continue my walk before I could find out who these people were who valued humour more than business.