Floating

I was down in Hartlepool today for the funeral of my aunty, who'd died suddenly last week. In spite of the sad circumstances, it was good to spend some time with cousins, aunts and uncles I see much too little of.

On the way home, I stopped to take s picture of the Penshaw Monument. At night, I always think it looks like it's floating in the air, rather than sitting on top of a hill.