Windblown

Pilates and coffee this morning. Dramatic dark skies and rainbow greeted me as I drove to Kirbymoorside.

Richard, Jet and I chose to walk across the fields this afternoon. This is the view back to Pickering. You should just be able to make out the steeple of the church under the tree branches. We managed to finish the walk without meeting a soul. I popped into the town when we got back and that was like a ghost town. Goodness knows what it will be like if snow arrives on Friday.