Winding away . . .

I stopped at one of my favourite spots this morning, on my way back from binning more stuff – mostly uprooted unwanted shrubs by Mrs B.

And I looked to the distance and spotted this little road winding to the brow of the hill.  I checked the map later and it's the access road for a farm, just visible through the trees, near an ancient village called Toller Whelme.  So, it's not a very romantic place, but I love roads that wind to the horizon.

And in the extra, the votive candle stand at church (St John's Catholic Church, Beaminstere) is rather elegant and casts lovely shadows.