5 dawns and 36 dusks

Living out in the country up here in the wild north (North Yorkshire), sunrise and sunset can be really quite a show what with the big skies and all that. By the nature of things (I am not an early riser) I see more of dusk than I do of dawn. But it really is one of joys of the long dark winter nights that sometimes I am up early enough (and alert enough) to see the dawn. It rarely disappoints. And for those of you who like them, there are a handful of pretty contrails here as well.

Winter comes and winter goes ....

.... but not yet awhile it seems. As the alarmingly ferocious east winds tears across the fields I thought I'd give an outing to some of the photographs I've taken over the last few chilly months here in wild north Yorkshire. I hope you are all wrapped up warmly. Like Eliza Doolittle yearned to be:

All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh wouldn't it be loverly.
Lots of chocolates for me to eat
Lots of coal making lots of heat
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh wouldn't it be loverly.