In the Parler café about fifty metres from the Wilson. Having a large almond croissant and a middling mocha. Drinks here are served in handleless cups which I'm not fond of but otherwise it's a comfortable place.
The day started well with a visit from the man who recognized me in the gallery. Slightly rushed because he was sneaking an hour off work but satisfying nonetheless.
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As I was strolling past the Wetherspoon in Cheltenham, just around the corner from the Wilson Gallery. A voice to might right and half a stride behind me said:
