The white stuff

Winter has toyed and played with us, hinting and teasing for some weeks. 

Sending rain and grey overcast skies, 

confusing plants and animals and generally making it very wet and dull.

Until this weekend that is ... The temperature dropped and it snowed.

Not a lot mind you, 

but enough to make the hills all wintery and white

and the upper slopes speckled and dusty.

I had to work Saturday morning - 

unexpectedly asked to fill in 

and as much as I really really did not want to go in, 

there was no reason to refuse the desperate plea.  

It turned out to be an *i.n.t.e.r.e.s.t.i.n.g* day when the computers went down in spectacular fashion.

Never mind - we were kept so busy that time flew by 

and I was soon out on the hills with Himself, Eldest and Girlfriend.

 (Youngest has managed to wangle himself a rather nice Saturday job working with vintage cars - 

he is one very happy young man!)

Wrapped warmly and filled with leek and potato soup we set off out high above Settle.

We followed a simple pathway - we didn't have a lot of time for a long walk

and on the far horizon more snow clouds hung sullenly.

We sat high on a limestone outcrop, 

with tea and fruit cake, 

a perfect antidote for a busy morning

 and a lovely way to gently bring an end to my week off.

Now, sitting in front of the fire, 

with more snow falling outside, 

Himself and the boys are planning a further walk for Sunday - 

I better make sure I wrap up well! I don't 'do cold' well :)