First up, I will say that I harbour a great loathing for shopping centres. I find them sterile, soulless, tedious and depressing places only to be put up with for the minimum time necessary to get what one needs there-in and get out. Given the number of people that linger in these places as if they were houses of pleasure I am clearly in a minority in holding the view that I do.
That said, if you need some shopping therapy the Erneside Shopping Centre exists. Continue reading “Erneside Shopping Centre: “Fetch me a Brandy””