This week's gallery theme is: shapes. So in Leeds this weekend, with five minutes to spare before a meeting*, I decided to go in search of squares, as you do.
There is nothing about me, I hope, that would create suspicion; however, whilst wandering around outside one particular building I may have given the impression I was casing the joint. Or maybe the fact that I had left my luggage unattended as I searched for a gallery shot was the reason security seemed a little nervous and worried glances were aimed in my direction.
Would the line: "I was in search of squares, your Honour" have held up in court?
No matter. I was looking for squares and found a few.
Apologies BBC.
*My meeting was not at the BBC, regretfully.
