The sun shone brightly today, it’s been so grey, I was quite giddy with it.
Tulips on my desk glowed
The hazel catkins, as hot as mustard
Pussy willow, shooting stars against a deep blue sky.
The Christmas lights in the kitchen window (I can never bring myself to take down all the lights, until at least late January, I need a little sparkle on the darkest days) caught the sunlight and were truly solar powered
Then in a magical moment they flashed a rainbow across the kitchen sink to the north side of the house.
(These swift light markers of the changes of the seasons, we call ‘sun on the lintel’ moments).
Hummm, the light also indicated that a little house work might be in order, cobwebs on the fireplace,
You could have been forgiven for thinking a splash of colour was hard to come by today, heavy rain and weighty clouds have consumed us. But having watched the Met Office rainfall radar for a window of opportunity, Spud the dog and I grabbed it with enthusiasm.
We made it to the post box today, another milestone for Spuds recovery, and its the first time he’s been a muddy dog for many a month. The ‘new’ post box is a more useful size than the old one, but its sad to have lost the heritage of the old one.
The understory of young beech trees, have kept their Autumn leaves, why do they do that when the mature trees don’t I wonder? I’m also not sure why suddenly their are so many of them either, maybe the grazing sheep have been absent long enough for them to become established, or maybe it was the result of what a farming friend would call a mast year?
The sycamore soaked by the rain, showed off its beautifully textured bark to good effect
Striding out in the light and fresh air, can be a challenge on short winter days. I’m lucky that I can flex my work a little, so as to grab the best of the day, for a cobweb blowing yomp up the hill. My was it chilly today, the wind was biting.
A seasonal selection of photos.
Banks of cloud sit on the hills
I find it interesting how some fields at the same altitude seem ‘hold the snow’ more than others, I imagine it is to do with how they have been grazed
So nice of the drystone walls to underscore the beautiful view
Feasting sheep,
and no place like home at dusk on a snowy winters day
We seem to have skipped along a season since I last published a post. Which is a shame, its not that there hasn’t been anything to blog about, there has been plenty.
Lets start with an easy win…
A beautiful thrush, feasting on the berries of my pink rowan.
He’s quite protective of this crop, I can’t quite work out if he expends more energy chasing off the blackbirds than he gains in berries he could have eaten. Surely there is enough for everyone?
A sharp frost and a foggy morning, and more than a little black ice. I must be getting to be a grown up, because I chose to travel the road more travelled, not less, where I could be more confident of some salt on the road. I managed to find some pretty things though.
These burrs look much more attractive on the plant, than they would entangled in Spud the dogs fur.
It’s unlikely to be any warmer but it will be lighter; for that I am thankful. For the last few days its seemed as if the sky has discharged its greyness into the landscape. It’s difficult to decide where one stops and the other begins.
I can’t quite make my mind up. This is the wonderfully restored and preserved, Gale Mill in the Yorkshire Dales; it was late afternoon in November and the light was fading.
There had been heavy rain the day before, and the river was thundering by. The roads were awash.
Rivers were not to be messed with.
And then there was the snow, we’d chosen quite a high route to get to Gale and Hawes, but traveling in the campervan, we decided discretion was the better part of valour, turned around and took the low route instead!
In the end the snow didn’t become a problem, but the local highways department were in a state of preparedness…
I was glad we were in the campervan and not camping!
I’m also glad we spent money on a diesel heater for the van, rather than spending the money on a van in any other colour than white, which comes at a premium. We were snug as bugs.
Back to work tomorrow. I have a beautiful commute.
It’s 14 years since I worked in retail, but the novelty of being able to have a long break at Christmas and New Year has still not worn off.
Tomorrow I think an extra layer of clothing may be in order, our office can be chilly on a summers day. Two weeks of the office heating ticking over on thrifty frost setting, may mean there is an unseemly dash for the fan heater, first thing. Lets call it an office huddle, we can at least try and look like we are back in harness.
A selvedge of snow still remains, banked up against the drystone walls, it lies in dips and gullies (or ‘gips’ as I used to call them as a child, no point wasting words when you can blend).
There are lanes that are still full to the brim, some with cars still entombed! Our lane was cleared of snow this afternoon, by man in a JCB digger.
Tom has returned home from a geography study trip to Iceland*, it has been warmer there all the time he’s been away than it has here. How silly is that. On his return he said how ‘green’ everything looks at home, but this is only in comparison to Iceland, not ‘as it should be’, at this time of year, in this part of of the world. It is dire for livestock.
Here are Joe and Spud on our walk on Sunday
Mr Uphilldowndale wanted to show me some mine workings that have ‘opened up’ recently: as a child I used to play no more than a stones throw from here.
My Mum has said for over fifty years that she is convinced the loud crash she and a friend heard one summers evening could only have been to do with the old mine workings, of which there are many around and about, both coal and lead. It’s not really what you want at the bottom of the garden.
* I’ve been envious of Tom, I went to Iceland in the early 1980’s with my friend Bob’s-mum; it seemed a bit off beat for a holiday destination back then. I loved it, however unlike Tom, I didn’t get to swim in The Blue Lagoon, or see the Aurora Borealis… sigh.
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