The road to nowhere

No blip for yesterday, despite spending the day at a wedding party in a garden near Harrogate. Somehow four hours of driving, and several heavy showers during the party rather sapped my photographic enthusiasm. 

The afternoon was spent visiting Molly. Beforehand Pete and I spent a couple of hours recording in the fens, close to the settlement of Weston Hills. I'm sure this tiny road leads somewhere really, but it had a very 'middle-of-nowhere' feel to it, emphasised by the higgledy-piggledy telegraph poles, struggling to stay upright in the soft fen soil.