I don’t believe many people have this view as they drive to work in the morning. As I come to the top of our lane and turn down towards the main (well in the general scheme of things!) road I am greeted by some of the most stunning views.
In the winter the haar settles over Durham, the cathedral tower just poking through giving an ethereal fairy-like quality, almost as if it is a magic floating island with no distinction between land and sky; the horizon just melts into the haar.
In bright sunlight you can see beyond Penshaw, the view stretches on forever and ever.
In the summer it becomes a multicoloured patchwork of grass, rape and wheat, speckled occasionally by little white fluffy dots of sheep.
And always, standing firm and proud is the cathedral, those Prince Bishops certainly knew what they were doing.
I may not always want to be up early, and depositing the dancer at the station for her school train at 7.30am is not my idea of fun but when this is my daily commute I realise just how lucky I am.