Imperfect symmetry
The air was crisp and chilly on my afternoon walk to Castor Hanglands. I only saw a couple of other people in the distance, but tyhe solitude meant that I was lucky enough to see a fox, a muntjac and to spend some time with a herd of peacefully grazing Belted Galloways and Dexters. I passed under the pylon on my way back and found myself entranced by its imperfect symmetry.
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