With this shot we'll end this series on the pencil museum. Afterwards Andrew and I lunched with a sandwich in a little café they had next to the gift shop. It was here that I learned something about the British character. Upon seeing the Bigger Cahoona parked on the table as we were eating, a kindly older gentleman with his wife was passing by and asked what kind it was. After telling him, he made a remark about how nice it was, etc. I, being a clueless American, took this as a sign that he wanted to have a conversation about photography. Didn't take me long to observe that that wasn't the case at all, and that he probably couldn't care less about anything beyond a direct answer to his question. Andrew observed the same thing last time he was in the UK - the beginning of a conversation initiated by a stranger doesn't mean that it needs to lead to a real conversation at all...
Next stop - a slate mine!
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