X marks my window

Considering that much of Saturday's walk was through urban Sunderland, it's surprising how many pictures I took, and I still haven't finished sorting through them. There ought to be a post about the walk, with a pretty picture - autumn in Backhouse Park, perhaps, or the cliffs at sunset - but I'm not ready to write that one yet.

Instead, here's a shot that I snatched because that errant apostrophe appealed to me:

It wasn't until I looked at it on the large screen that I realised that I had caught both durham_rambler and myself in the picture: his shadow falls across the road on the right, while I am reflected in the window, caught in the act.

The shop is in Hendon, a few strets away from the house where my father grew up.