Dontcha love the catchy name they gave this church (far left of the picture). It’s situated at the end of the two bridges. Evidently. But it does just make me wonder what it would have been called had it been built next to the A10 motorway.

Again the weather makes for poor photography. I have moved on from the boringscapes of this summer to downright uglyscapes in the cold autumn fog. Still, fifteen minutes is what is says on the box. I only take liberties when there’s something interesting to report. However, I shall have to attempt to walk at other times of the day when the light is a little better.

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