|The Bridge Over The River Yantra|
|Des Res in need of some TLC|
After scaling the massive mole hills, or the piles of earth and clay that the excavations have dug out, we made it to the bridge and the other side of the river. On one side of the river it was residential, but we were now in open farmland, and it did smell a bit cabbagie, but that might have been me. With it being open the breeze had picked up, and though still quite cool it did start blowing the cobwebs away.
|Who Needs Modern Apprenticeships?|
|Posher Picnic Spot|
|Ye Old Oak|