A Bleeding Heart

Sometimes I go to a place I don't want to go, but I know is good for me. When I go there I pass this place and it always makes me feel a little sad whenI wonder why it was named The Bleeding Heart. Tonight I took the time to stop and take a photo and realised that it is actually quite beautiful. It is also incidentally a good pub. Such a shame I am not drinking..... can someone tell me when I became Bridget Jones?!

Big news on the home front... the back door has been bricked up. I realise this doesn't sound like a good thing but it is big progress. I was going to blip a photo of it but I am saving that for the emergency lack-of-inspiration photo.