Brootes Lane

It was beautifully bleak with, thankfully, no breeze to chill off in.  I found myself singing In the bleak midwinter as I headed over Malham Moor but only had iced toes once, on the descent into the village.  

This is earlier on.  It's the hill out of Littondale on the way up to the moor - not an easy one to photograph. So, given this lovely E-reg Land Rover spiced up the view, I'm taking this as my record of Brootes Lane (it is a bit!)