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.