The Hills, The Hills

When it is warm and sunny I go down to the bottom of the garden and gaze at the hills. Hills stand out on the edge of the Vale of York.

Over the neighbour's newly layed hedge and the dwellings in our 1000 year old (give or take a year or two) nucleated settlement, I can see the western edge of the Yorkshire Wolds.

It soothes me and prepares me for the next job in the garden (providing it is warm and sunny).

PS. My daughter says I don't take enough shots of the surrounding landscape (her birthplace) so this is for her.