I have had a relaxing weekend in the Yorkshire Dales. This morning we woke to a white landscape. Winter is here. The snow is a bit wet and slushy but hopefully it will freeze up and provide some wonderful scenes.
We are now in Hawes and stopped for a walk on the moor on the way over from Chapel le Dale. We have all had a good social and slightly boozy sojourn at the Old Hill Inn. Even the dogs, they have friends there and someone tipped a pint of lager over. The dogs dealt with that…….pissed dogs are a nightmare.
Batteries are fully charged and I'll catch up with the world of Blog tomorrow.
The dogs think it is wonderful. Difficult to believe these are the same beasts that were snarling at each other, Cooper, Moose and Peggy over the fire in the pub only twelve hours ago. Where there is little sense there is less feeling.
We only had one hold up where a four by four and a trailer load of sheep had nudged a wall. No harm done though the wall will require some attention. The big blobs are snow. When it snows it really does come down but it is thawing in between the showers.
I thought that apart from the gritter this post could have been shot in black and white so I’m just back from town on an expedition for colour and a bottle of wine.
I just got set up on the corner of the Bank when White Van man pulled up. Knock me down with a feather! Never mind………….at least there is colour. Now I would show you a picture of the wine but in all the excitement I forgot it. I also forgot to clean the lens I see a snow drop has dropped on it.
Have a grand week and try not to slip slidey over. If this lot freezes I’ll have to find my spikey shoes.