Shadowlands

A glorious day - warm, sunny and breezy. The socks were off and sandals on as soon as I got home form work and I headed off round the circuit, taking fresh scones and a cup of Earl Grey at the Heron Cafe on my way. A view or a gate were the choices today, but I rather like the dappled light and muted colours of this rusty old gateleaning against the remains of a kitchen hearth. No serious trespass was undertaken in the taking of this image - the ruined house is right on the road and open to inqurers. It has a melancholy feel.

Thoughts are with the families in Boston. A cruel and heartless act of wicked stupidity, impossible to understand.