Down the main drag in St Alban’s, at the far end, was this grand ole dame of a building, with the ivy adorning its walls much better than any manmade object of art possibly could. I love the neat white trims, and the rich red and green. Bikes in the foreground (one resting, perhaps it is tired) and the double lanes show that there are endless possibilities on either side of the building. And yet this one might have as much behind its doors as outside it. I love the detail.