Pointless Piping

Back in days of yore, I expect these pipes had a purpose in life, but alas! it is long forgotten. So they remain, mere objets d'art. They are on the side of a disused chapel at Pen-y-fal, which was originally a lunatic asylum. I'm not implying anything as regards the pipes and the place.

This evening we went to Pizzorante for no good reason, where, amongst other fine food, they serve a semi-freddo as dessert, that must be what the gods had in mind when they designed the menu for paradise and called "ambrosia".