The saying “I’m at my wit’s end” means to be to be so worried, confused, or annoyed that you do not know what to do next.  (The word wit is old English for knowledge as in ‘witness’ but has since acquired the meaning of humour, probably from German Witz.)

This is the name of an unusual gallery at 26 Park Avenue, noticeable on foot or on a bicycle, probably not so noticeable in a car.  Sue Lusk, who took the pic, says:

“If the sign is out when you are passing, stop and say hello to gallery director Naida McBeath and admire the truly fine art by Isobel McBeath — also handmade glass, ceramic sculptures and other art works. Open at weekends for the summer and by appointment if you ring 905 5452”