Ah, another stunning panorama from the summit of Cleveland’s iconic Roseberry Topping, captured countless times on phones and often graced by a selfie. It feels like I too have taken this shot so many times before.
Below, the quaint village of Newton-under-Roseberry nestles, its new builds seemingly encroaching on the flat farmlands of The Carrs. Once a realm of wooded wetlands, these fields now lie in stark contrast to the original habitat, the name a hint to its pre-history the name a hint to its pre-history. Is this part of Teesside’s Green Belt? The sear fields, painted in washed-out shades of yellow and green, intermittently dashed with brown, suggest otherwise. But what’s in a name?
The infinite blue sky creates a vivid contrast to The Carrs, a scene that would make Van Gogh envious. Yet, do I spot an ominous cloud bank beyond Middlesbrough’s distant townscape, that touch of urban grit to this otherwise pastoral idyll?
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