A yellow warning for snow and ice last night so disappointed to wake up to see just a sprinkling. And by late morning even that had gone leaving the hills grey and drab. I wonder if those at the Met Office had read the fable of Aesop about the boy who cried wolf. Perhaps in their version he cries “yellow warning for wolf”.
But heading back to the van through the Lordstones Country Park the sun came out just for the briefest moment. This is overlooking the village of Carlton (just left of centre). The country park extends down the escarpment to the green pasture fields. In the summer the bracken is at its full height and becomes impenetrable. In 2001 during the foot and mouth crisis Lordstones was the only bit of countryside that wasn’t off limits. It saved my sanity during those long months. Two laps of the park down to the bottom and back were the order of the day.