Stockbridge

I had to pass through Stockbridge today and my attention was taken (as it always is) by this inexplicable little square.

I can't imagine who thought this would be a nice place for people to sit and pass the time. A few sad looking trees sticking out of puddle filled beige gravel? Even they look like they are trying to get away from here.

At weekends a market appears but the rest of the time it is a desolate waste in which I sometimes rush through in the style I used to rush through a bridge that was reputed to be haunted when I was a child.

Spooky.