Willy Howe

Me and Tim (my indentured dodman) visited Willy Howe on the way back from Rudston on a lovely sunday afternoon. Tim was greatly amused by the name.
You can’t miss it in the chalk, wold landscape, the thought crossed my mind that the landscape was very feminine with it’s broad rollings and undulations.
If this is the landscape of the goddess then she’s a big lass.
The trees on its flanks were just coming into bud and there was a lovely show of daffs on one side. Spring had sprung on Willy Howe, a very sexy place.