Through Thorverton and up to Raddon for the first time in a while, the churned and flooded road at the top reminding me why I rarely come this way anymore. At Chapel Corner the big white wooden letters that spelled out LOVE have long since disappeared, replaced now by an abandoned motorcycle helmet impaled on a post. A warning triangle rests in the tree and ivy is inexorably encasing the helmet as a hideous scrap sculpture of a cow looks on impassively. The ‘cow’ is masked and wears a cowboy hat. It all feels like a hideous metaphor for the times.