I have managed a few trips out while the in-laws (14 nights) are here, including a return to the scene of the BRAPA vaccination.
Last month I said that Bradford sparkled, needing only the re-opening of curry caffs and pubs to bring it into the Big League (whatever that is).
With the sun following me up to the West Riding, and the litter pickers doing a fine job, it really shone last Friday.
I really must visit the Sam Smiths pubs soon.
OK, the colours are a bit similar, but no-one complains about that in Bath or Aberdeen or Milton Keynes, do they ?
And look at all the faded sign porn !
The Exchange, my new Guide tick, opened at 12. No lights on yet, but hey-ho.
But then she did have THIS view, and a gaggle of gentlefolk thrilled to be back inside eating cake.
I took a look inside the most famous Waterstones in the country, which seemed to contain the vault housing my target bar. Perhaps if I pulled out the 2021 GBG a trapdoor to exchange would reveal itself ?
Outside, Japanese tourists visiting all my recommended pub cities were taking photos of little alleys, and I was drawn to the sounds of the gnarly voiced busker singing “Wonderful World”. I gave him a quid.
Sadly, by the time I got the video to work he’d moved onto Randy Newman, but you get the idea.