This is the view from my fifteenth minute.

I can hear you calling out, “Where is it? Where is it? Take me there.” Sorry, not happening. Suffice it to say it’s fifteen minutes walk from my front door.

Here’s a thing. There was this old well by the road. Nice little feature in a picturesque hamlet nearby. Someone built a house next to it. I like what they’ve done. really sets the well off…

I like the way the wall is actually on the well and how the rusty old barriers add a certain je ne sais quoi. Why they didn’t just demolish it and take a big old crap on the side of the road here is just beyond me.

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