Turret

On the way between our frozen allotment (where the brave wee primroses are out!) and the store. As ever, I pass this turret.

I have had it in the Blipbank for a while now, and the light and sky seemed right today.

It's just a wee normal house, probably built around the turn of last century, a ground floor and an attic storey, but with this mad turret on the corner. It looks to me like it would be happier on some French chateau...and I would not like to be the one who had to pay for the curved window-glass if it got broken!


That's Tuesday taken care of, then.