Blasted Heath

OK, I don’t think this is actually called Blasted Heath, but it’s not named in my A-​Z and I have no intention of a return visit to look for signs.
In fact I probably wouldn’t bother reviewing it, but it’s been way too long since I started reviewing and I still don’t have a single star review, and I thought it was about time. And since open spaces are sort of my speciality
I came across this while visiting Banksy’s Yellow Line Flower Painter (
) just across the road. From a distance it seemed tempting: converging pathways leading up to a towering circle of poplars. Closer up it turns out the pathways are more broken glass than anything else, and the poplars surround a group of sorry looking boulders daubed with graffiti which has been added over and badly cleaned so many times it’s just a mess, with not so much as a word readable, let alone anything of artistic interest. Add a group of surly teenagers glowering at you, and it’s just depressing.
I feel sorry for the trees.