We went for a walk in Lymm.
Lymm's posh. Posey. No dog poo about. A bit la-di-da.
The sort of place where you tell people in work you went for a walk - because just by having been there, you must by association, a Good Person. Their bus stops look like this:
The bus stops by us aren't wooden - there are a garish yellow tubular metal. Which means they aren't burnt to the ground, and as added bonus, you have the opportunity to receive a quick lesson in the most fashionable names for male and female genitalia while you wait for the Number 32. Win-win.
This bus stop in Lymm has a tiled roof. And sash windows. And that yellow paper in the window? An advert for ironing services. There wasn't even one little blob of chewy stuck under one of the fold down seats. Some people would call it quaint. I'd call it weird. But then I've always felt uncomfortable around people with principles.