The end of the road

The end of my road anyway. This is why we don’t get many cars in our street. Beyond the wall is a steep drop, covered in scrub, a row of houses, the A4, the river Avon and then a zone of recycling processing yards. Very noisy. Hence all the lights. It a little after 8pm and I’m heading down the slope from my house down to Mia the cat’s house to feed her. Looks nice I think.