Deacon Hill

Back Blipping.

We left the Tree House and headed to Dad’s. He has the TV on most of the time (it’s company, he doesn’t take anything in), so we’ve watched things that we never usually see yesterday and today. Racing from York, Turning Point and Loose Women. Always a revelation watching daytime TV. A visit to the pharmacy, a visit to the supermarket, a chat to the carer at lunchtime, and then it’s time for us to head north.

We stopped to eat our sandwiches at a little parking area next to the Icknield Way. This is the view across the gate to Deacon Hill. Normally it is a lot greener than this. This view reminded me a bit of some of the landscapes we’ve seen in inland Spain.

I have been amazed by how dessicated everything is down here, especially obvious in the town where lawns, open spaces, parks and verges are various shades of yellow and brown. And hardly any flowers. Arriving home, everything looked astonishingly green. I thought we had been having dry weather, but clearly in relative terms that’s not so.