Sometimes...

...in the summer, it's good to look up and feel the heat of the sun on your face, and the touch of a gentle breeze on the bare skin of your arms, and try to etch those sensations on your memory.

Then, in the middle of the winter, when your skin feels raw in the bitter wind, shut your eyes just for a moment and re-live summer's warmth...

The third gloriously sunny day in a row and good to be  out on Weetwood Moor late this afternoon.