A lane in Chipping Campden, Gloucestershire.
Actually the northern side of the long curving high street, wide enough to take the much photographed 17th market hall, but also a long island of other buildings, like here on the right, typical of the encroachment into market spaces that was common throughout history.
Most summers these golden-stone streets are made even more picturesque by rows of gently coloured, towering hollyhocks, self-seeded in the crack where the pavement meets the walls. They do make walking more difficult as they lean over but are so beautiful.
But last year I noticed they had gone, cut down or destroyed by pesticides I don't know which.
I hope the locals are up in arms about it!
A lane in Chipping Campden, Gloucestershire.
Actually the northern side of the long curving high street, wide enough to take the much photographed 17th market hall, but also a long island of other buildings, like here on the right, typical of the encroachment into market spaces that was common throughout history.
Most summers these golden-stone streets are made even more picturesque by rows of gently coloured, towering hollyhocks, self-seeded in the crack where the pavement meets the walls. They do make walking more difficult as they lean over but are so beautiful.
But last year I noticed they had gone, cut down or destroyed by pesticides I don't know which.
I hope the locals are up in arms about it!