We've just returned from a week in the Yorkshire Dales. We arrived in sunshine, but no sooner had we stowed our bags than I looked out of the window to see snow falling! It didn't lie for long however, only leaving a dusting on the hill tops. But during the week we had a bit of everything. For several days we were in hill mist, unable to see the other side of the dale. The wind was cold and I wasn't tempted to do much gardening, only tidying up last years dried sticks and foliage.
It provided an excuse for a bonfire in the garth.
A pair of mallards were in the beck.
I hope they are going to nest nearby.
We did our regular circular walk on the moor top.
How I love this landscape.
From the moors we dropped back down into the village.
Our neighbours across the way have sold their house and are moving into town.
They will surely miss their view!
We had a lovely, sociable time, a catch-up with friends, good food and a trip to Betty's for one of my favourite Yorkshire specialities.
There was a heavy early morning frost on the day that we left,
traveling over the hill to see call in on my brother
before the miserable journey back to the West Country.