H… anging out at the Royal Festival Hall, London, UK.
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It had to happen.. a monument to the greatness of H itself. Or once again, it could just be that place East of Leeds.
Hull, UK.
Just all over the place inside a Hull Trains train to,.. well, Hull of all places.
Taken somewhere between Doncaster and Brough. Riding the H-train. Oh yes.
Even if I do say so myself…
Random location: ladies bathroom, Kew Gardens, West London.
An ancient ancestor? A long-lost heraldic icon? The family crest? Or some random taxi company in Brighton…
It seems everywhere you go in this fine town you will find them – right beneath your feet.
Time for tea? A most civilised H cunningly concealed.
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First of a new mini-series of H-tastic spots in Brighton. Something slightly spikey found in a random gift shop.
Hidden amongst the signage on City Road, Old Street
The Turkish Bank that wants to be an H.
Kingsland Road, Dalston, London.