Before we moved to Yorkshire, we lived in a village in South Leicestershire. It was still classed as village, but was the size of a small town, without any amenities. We now live in a beautiful Market town, where everything is on our doorstep. This afternoon, Rosie and I went for a walk to the post office with a detour on the way back to the butchers, bakers and bank.
My photo today is of the wall of the vicarage that we walk past on our way to and from the centre of town. It's lovely pale and the brick has crumbled slightly. For some reason I just love it and it had a special pleasure for me with the sun shining on it.
