As we walked the twenty minutes home from the railway station yesterday evening on the last leg of our journey back from London it was raining, a thin, cold drizzle. Later, the sky cleared and the temperature plummeted. Then it snowed - not much, perhaps a centimetre, not enough even to cover the fresh green shoots of the winter wheat. In the dark stillness it fell....
....vertically, leaving snow-shadows under the trees.
This is Eastward Ho, an area of playing fields which the council is giving up to the government's rapacious demand for land on which to build houses. At present it has several football pitches, is used for recreations such a kite-flying, and is....
....much favoured by dog-walkers. In one corner there's....
....a small kiddies' playground which doesn't seem to attract many children.
As well as housing, part of the plan seems to be to build an indoor leisure centre. Perhaps that will get more use.
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