Up Weets

A particular joy to walk the dog up our local hill this morning as it was warm, and as the clouds parted I noticed (not in this picture) that there's a layer of blue behind them. I've a memory of seeing something like it in my youth but I can't put a name to it.
Anyway, as the dog and I ascend the hill it's always worth looking back to see the town - the chimney belongs to Bancroft Mill (open some bank holidays), our local attraction that I have consistently failed to visit.