Coming Home

I had a swift trip up to our caravan to see if the electrics problem had gone away.  On my way home I decided to stop to capture the view before descending the hill to the village.  It's a view northeast and I don't think that I'll ever tire of it.  Once past the bend the descent continues to a bit of woodland from which the lane winds into the southern part of the village.  What a delightful place to live, and we're only just getting past the feeling of being constantly in a holiday spot.