November saw a couple of mini cold snaps with snow falling and laying for a day or two before retreating to the moors and then disappearing. I could hardly contain my excitement and surprise at a layer of white snowy dandruff covering my familiar landscape and making everything new. The Ramsden Road sycamore had it’s limbs highlighted white against a grey misty sky. The wall running from it leapt out of the ground and ran towards me like an iced white bake off show stopper.
Ewes looke dirty and hungry against this clean back drop but stood nicely for me while working out if I had any food!
In a sunny spell I went to see if any of the David Browns or Massey Fergussons were still out in the fields near Flush House. I found one painted with snow flakes beneath tall wind blasted sycamores.
I used to drive these machines on my mates farm as a kid and later on a local estate where I worked and I’m delighted to find well looked after workers like this still active in the valley. Needless to say they are a great subject for photography especially in these conditions.
Crossing fields below the tractors I was investigated by several hairy beasts who were interested in Paddy.
They met us by a gate and stalked us across the field where I got a a few pics of thier curiosity. How much more excitement could I cram into a day with the camera?
As the November afternoon light began to fade every where was silent beneath the snow. Being on a high path I looked down over snow plastered stone walls to Holme which sat quietly below Holme Moss.
One of the local farmers who had a summer wedding in a field had left his sign out.