Where's That Then? No 7

One of the things I like about Karl Gullers' photographs are the viewpoints. There somehow appears to be a spot welded to the ground in various locations in England where photographers must stand with their cameras, obligatory points of view. You can always see why- Durham Cathedral looks far more spectacular across the River Wear than it does across a car park, Lower Slaughter in the Cotswolds just has to have the white painted footbridge in the foreground and we never see Anne Hathaway's cottage from the back. I always feel obliged to take the standard shot myself, just one to add to the collective national album, as it were. Being from the Land of The Volvo, none of this seems to have permeated through into Mr.Gullers' consciousness, and as a result we've witnessed some great pictures in this series. He must be the only photographer who's resisted shooting Clovelly through the conveniently placed archway. Talking of Sweden, I have to say I'm thoroughly enjoying Wallander on a Sunday night. Kenneth Branagh's eponymous detective with his spooky mobile ringtone, the locations, the brilliant but understated photography, all comes together to make very watchable television, for once. All this and Sarah Smart. Sorry, I've been distracted. I don't suppose this week's picture will take too long, particularly in some corners of Unmitigated England.