This week's Gallery prompt is: Outside my front door. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, I thought, until I glanced around outside to be greeted with the rather unattractive image of three different coloured wheelie bins, a pile of elastic bands left by the postman once again, and a builder working next door who I'm certain would not want to be photographed.
So. Outside my front door, take a sharp right and then travel approximately four miles in a northerly direction, is this slightly more attractive view:
This isn't my house understand and those are not my gardens; mine is a tad smaller. They are the grounds of Newstead Abbey. That, however, is my child wandering around the maze. We do have a maze in our own garden of course. That is not a lie. It really is not. Really.
Not.
