Frosty Sunday morning. Altered my route for a bit of variety, down through the town, up the hill towards Asda where I was faced with a decision.
Do I try to scale the north face of Church Hill (which faces west actually) or use the path that goes round the church at a lower level.
Two years ago is probably the last time I attempted the ascent and by the time I got to the top, I was gasping for breath and was dizzy. Today, I was panting a bit, but was quite chuffed with myself at making it up there (it is quite steep).
The sun was just starting to illuminate the old sandstone church, vicar bade me good morning, commenting on the lovely sunshine. Took the opportunity to get a few pictures.
Just down the road is The Wheatsheaf, my old local from when I lived at Lysways House. Jan had to give up the pub about 4 months ago. She told me recently she believed it had a new landlord ready to take over in November, but this morning there was still a pub to rent sign on display, but it does appear to have been painted outside.
I journeyed on to pick up my usual route home, the arboretum which was looking lovely in the sunshine and frost.
Bit of sunshine on a cold frosty morning makes all the difference to your pictures and your mood. Bostin, as we say down our way.
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