As the mist and thick cloud sat over Barton yesterday, I took a walk down to Hoe Hill via Pasture Lane and back past the bridge, which was all but hidden behind the thick grey veil. It was a bit sinister to say the least!
One of the ponds on Pasture Lane: completely still, all you could hear were the crows squawking.
An abandoned boot in the undergrowth: who would want rid of such quality footwear? How can you lose such a big and heavy boot? Sinister...
The long road, shrouded in mist...
Litter city the end of Pasture Road: whoever frequents this area has no regard for their environment. All you have to do is put the bottle back in the car and put it in the bin when you get home; it's not rocket science!
Creepy leafless trees lined the puddle-ridden track.
On a sunny day this would be a beautiful view, were it not for the actions of a fly-tipper who has left their rubbish. Disgraceful...
The tide was so low, I was almost tempted to take a walk over the river!
Send in your eerie and spooky shots of Barton and I'll put them on the Blog.
