Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

No Beginning and No End


Yesterday morning it was impossible to say where the sky, or the hills started and finished

The thaw 1-1

Warm air flooded  in

The thaw 3-1

forming a foggy duvet on the high ground

The thaw 6-1

and pools of mist in the valleys

misty moor, field and trees-1

Down the lane you could feel pockets of cold air against your skin and yet in other places it was warm and there were clouds of midges (the birds must be delighted, we are all delighted to be warmer.)

misty lane -1


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

15 thoughts on “No Beginning and No End

  1. amazing photos! there was an escarpment like this where i used to keep bonzo and the same thing happened with the clouds. i’ve noticed midges too – they are tough little things!

  2. I walked through a couple of foggy bits on the way to work this morning – one was quite thick and made me think of the Hound of the Baskervilles. Which made my little feet go faster. Curse of an over-active imagination.

    Our outside thermometer is currently registering a massive 4C. Where did I put the shorts and flip-flops?

  3. Unsettling, isn’t it? That last photo is an April day, not a December one. Maybe the meek who will inherit the earth are midges. Although my particular midges are not all that meek.

  4. A friend of mine in Minnesota US refers to midges as “no-see-ums” . I love how the hedges make the fields look like a patchwork quilt. Hard to believe that clouds are nothing more than air and moisture. Glad that the grip of winter has slackened. Maybe you’ve had your quota for the season.

  5. Happy New Year from your followers in Arabia!

  6. i like the last photo, down the lane

  7. Wonderful images! Happy New Year! xx

  8. Lovely. Your photos always leave me at a loss for words — I can only think of “gorgeous, lovely, beautiful, stunning, etc.” How many times can one use the same superlatives before they (and I) become trite? Well, taking that risk firmly in hand — these are stunning, as usual, and make me wish I could be over there walking those lanes with you, instead of here being inundated by sunshine to belie the cold.

    Happy Hogmanay! May your first footer bring you all the whisky and shortbread and salt you need for a fortunate new year!

  9. Beautiful photos, though it can be difficult to keep the good mood in that kind of weather, if it last too long.
    Happy new year!

  10. Such a contemplative atmosphere, captured perfectly and your story is so poetic. Thank you for sharing the beauty. Happy New Year.

  11. You live in a magical world. These are amazing images. 🙂

  12. Such wonderful and amazing captures you show us here – a beautiful post in the end of 2010. I wish you a peacful and Happy New year!

  13. Absolutely beautiful! Such stunning images. This is one of your best posts yet.

  14. Beautiful photographs, made me completely homesick for fog hung valleys 🙂 Hoping 2011 has started well, and continues to!

Come on, join in.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s