Chimney Pots

I've lived in our village for over six years and today, for the first time, I noticed that the chimney pots of the town hall were pretty and decorated. Who knew?

I spend my time in the village rushing to the shops I need to buy from and chatting with neighbours. There are great iron posts lining the street and a new art installation of three granite balls at the opposite end of the square. In summer there are baskets of flowers hanging from the lamposts and in winter Christmas decorations twinkle in their place.

But on the roofs?

I think I spend way too much time looking down; down at the pavement, the litter and the dog poop. I need to look up to the rooftops more.