The next day he came in again and did the same thing.
While he was drinking his tea in the conservatory he ordered a sandwich (£5) and paid the correct money.
I chatted with him when I took out his lunch. He had a large camera bag. He was in the process of getting to grips with all the camera could do, he said. His grandson was a much better photographer than he, so he was trying to improve. He had been taking pictures of the fountain from all different angles over the past two days.
Later when I was serving someone at the counter he came into the main tearoom, dropped an envelope onto the tips jar and waved goodbye.
I am no photographer, but here it is:
Inside were five one pound coins.
Our mystery man has certainly left his mark.
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