A walk down a lane

Yesterday we were having a pretty lazy day at home, and I decided to take a little walk in the afternoon just to say I'd been outside.

I went down a lane that had all sorts of signs about Private Lane and No Through Road and so on.

There were a couple of decorated garage doors.

I wouldn't call this decorated. Just old paint.

The lane was not paved, at least not this century.  Potholes and puddles and mud.

And there was a way out at the other end!

I just had to cross over the pedestrian bridge, and home again.

Tonight we are eating the lamb stew I made yesterday, with some colleagues of Stephen's. I bought a fractal cauliflower to amuse the physicists.