In which I (again) bemoan the naming of storms, and experience what it’s like to go off grid.
I’ve generally had quite enough of winter, come February.
Snowy Hebden Bridge, and a non-snowy owl.
There’s been snow on the ground since before Christmas, and throughout the first week of the year.
The early winter weather has been changeable to say the least.
Putting the ‘slow’ in sloe gin.
A walk around the lanes before sunset.
I wish spring would get a move on.
Winter is in full flow.
How red grouse change their habits in cold weather.