A Sunday morning walk on the outskirts of Durham, from my parents’ house to visit the parents of one of my oldest friends.

A wood has grown here in the last 10-15 years, planted by housing developers in what was a field for dairy cows, obscuring the view across the valley to the north west.

Converging parallels: peering down to the East Coast Main Line as it approaches Durham station.

This was once a half-decent pub; now it looks as though the owners have taken Phoenix Nights as an aspirational business model.

Looking West towards Ushaw Moor and Langley Moor.

It were all filling stations around here when I were a lad. Now housing developments, some completed, some on hold for the foreseeable.

Scrubland on the outskirts of the city.