Wistow Hall

Late afternoon and the sun is setting fast so I race over to Wistow, a nearby village, just as the mist and darkness start to roll in. It was a nice time of day, the peace only broken by the sound of the crows returning to the high tree tops. I stand there for a long time just gazing at Wistow Hall and wondering what it must be like to live in such an idyllic setting. Sadly I'll never get to find out... but at least I have my little blip :)