brutalising

I think I popped into this field to get a picture of the skyline from the south sometime last autumn. Yesterday it looked much the same but today the wall had been knocked down by an oafish construction-vehicle, the pavement was cloven in twain and a number of indications were indicating that someone's about to start building something which isn't a field in the field.

Then again, the wall could easily have been half-demolished when I went past yesterday but my attention was only directed to it today by the presence of the earth-mover and the short pedestrian-diversion.

Day Three of out-of-office training for some reason involved being fed pizza for lunch instead of the normal selection of mostly-unidentifiable sandwiches out of which I've been extracting what appears to be rocket, ham, tomato and the inevitable fecking mayonnaise. Pizzas during any sort of work-time time are always a bit odd but when they occur they're usually of reasonably high quality but these were fairly greasily basic and as they just suddenly turned up there was no chance to request the omission of cheese, though walking back to office (which seemed to take as much time as walking home then going to the office would have) will mitigate it.