I came across this stall a few years ago and found myself strangely disturbed. Hanging from a gallows rail, these limbless, voiceless women were dressed in their Sunday best, tethered as they awaited their fates.
Rose coloured behind glass but not so pretty in pink.
Looking around an old pub after years of abandonment revealed this tiny attic room with its unusual window.
The most fascinating door in the city.
Birds of a feather