Mr Whippy meets Gunbower

I thought I was dreaming. The unmistakable sound of an ice cream van, in Gunbower? The poor chap had travelled hundreds of kilometres hoping to make his fortune selling icecreams at a market 80 km further on. Sadly (not for me) business was very poor, so he stopped at all the little towns on his way home to recoup his losses. My gain!

And a tongue

If you’re following the development of the mural across my shop window, we’ve come to the end wall. When the door is open you can just catch a glimpse of the danger lurking behind it.