The Angel

I love the Angel of the North. Whether I am standing at its feet wondering at its size or spotting it from the A1, the final marker that we are nearly home.

This isnt the prettiest part of our favourite walk, but I like the Angel in the distance. It was quite a clear today, so in the far distance you can pick up wind turbines at Washington.

Gretal got very mud, so while she liked the walk, she is currently sulking, shut in the kitchen. Plenty of big eyes when we walk in the room.