It was a misty kinda morning yesterday.
Eldest and I set off over the moors to Hebden Bridge.
The views were a soft grey and muted,
not the usual far reaching and dramatic,
unless you knew the road,
you wouldn't know how far it drops into the valley below.
And knowing - as we do - it gives
that extra frisson of jeopardy as you climb up the narrow winding road
and immerse yourself in the clouds.
Then after a few careful miles, avoiding free ranging sheep, pot holes and deep ditches either side of the single width road, you drop down into the town of Hebden Bridge. Full of twinkling lights, decorated shops, street art and coffee shops.
What's not to like?!
Tomorrow I will be doing the final Five on Friday - Gratitude for 2019 - do join in - even if you only leave your five in the comments - it is a lovely and gentle way to round up the week. It helps you see that despite the rubbish that is happening out there in the world, there are small and precious moments that make your life just that little nicer.
Until then xxxxxx