It struck me, on my way home from work today, that I have quite an interesting route, which through familiarity, I maybe take for granted. See what you think (and can you beat this one?):
out of the doors of the office :: across the road at the site of the very first traffic lights installed in York, a century ago :: past the library :: past the ruined ancient hospital :: through the park gates :: past the multiangular castellated tower in the city walls :: past the museum :: past the planetarium :: a quick hello to any squirrels pottering about :: past the ruined abbey :: past the old church :: through the other park gates :: across the road :: past the old houses that belonged to the quaker and anti-slavery pioneer :: past the office that looks like the TARDIS :: past the giant white birdcage behind the old wall :: over the cobblestones :: under the railway line :: along the alleyway :: past the bowling green :: along the leafy lane between the two schools :: past the cricket field (cricket matches often happening as I stroll by) :: around the indoor swimming pool :: past the tennis courts :: under the ancient horse chestnut tree (centuries old) :: up the little hill :: and home... all just a ten minute journey...
Margaret's back tomorrow, I understand - someone put the kettle on! I'll see you back in the comments!
Roger (Wellington) signing off! x