In the grim old Yorkshire town of Soltaire - we fell in love with the Salts a wonderful old mill turned art gallery in honour of David Hockney. A poster was purchased, a piece of carrot cake imbibed and my integrity severely put to the test when after waiting 20 minutes to pay - I took the hump and sidled out instead. However after walking the length of the gallery and having a quick wee - the guilt overtook me and I went back in to have another Gogh.
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