I write a lot about how beautiful Northumberland is, what with the sea and the hills and the beaches and the trees and the brambles and the chocolate fountains and all. (OK, there are no chocolate fountains. Just checking you were fully with me there.) But this week, I’ve been working in London, in Canary Wharf, this week, and it was an opportunity to remember how strikingly lovely s man-made place can be.
But I’m glad to be home, all the same.
What do you find oddly beautiful?