This, however, is the view outside the post office around my corner. I got a little side-tracked. Note the vicar (who I know by sight) also getting a little side-tracked. There is an interesting story about this priest which I am unable to tell you publicly, but it isn't what you might think, so don't sue please.
In a pathetic attempt to prove that I was not looking up filth when I stumbled across the Google Street View image of the woman standing naked and looking out to sea, here is another still from the same batch. You might like to enlarge this one (I didn't need to tell Chris to do that for the other), to get the full charm.
There are loads of strange, funny and interesting shots taken by Google camera cars, from all over the world. I don't know where this one is from.
Some are of exotic-looking prostitutes, standing by dusty roads in pink hot-pants; others are of crimes being committed by people with guns; there are shots of people mooning at the car, their bare arses forever immortalised in global cyberspace. I have been told that there is one in England of a spanner, seemingly falling from the sky and about to hit the camera. Maybe someone threw it out of a window.
A friend of mine scared the hell out of his local postman by saying that the Street View shot of their area included his Royal Mail delivery van parked outside the pub. All number plates are blanked out, but advertisements are not.
My street has no such unusual incidents taking place, maybe because Google seem to take all the pictures of Bath very early in the morning - you can see from the angle of the sun.
I am hoping that John is on his local one, dressed in Wellingtons and pajamas, feeding the chickens. That's probably too much to hope, though not as unlikely as catching Sarah standing on the foreshore and communing with nature.