The dogs were contentedly stewing by our stove while little flurries of snow danced past the kitchen window. There wasn’t much enthusiasm for a walk it has to be said.
Within an hour they’d swapped cosy fire side for an Easterly wind blowing up thier rears on a walk up West Nab. The temperature was a steady minus one with a cheeky wind making it feel much fresher. Every East facing surface was caked in frost. Little beads of dry snow dusted the ground. Winters black and white hand had returned to redraw the Pennine landscape .
The tractor seats up on top were filled with a deep frost which had the look of being hand painted .
Over at Raven Rocks the old wire fence had grown frost from it’s galvanised squares.
Paddy ran fron rock to rock playing a game of hide and seek with the Easterly wind. Jemma the little Jack Russell is much tougher and even at 11 years old would never let the weather get the better of her.
For a moment the moorland mood lifted with a brief glimpse of sunlight escaping from the dark sky above.