Life in a Northern Town

Maybe I should have called my journal that!

The kids woke and eagerly logged onto their schools' websites - much groaning at the notifications declaring "school is open as normal". The drive to school and college was horrendous as all the traffic squeezed onto the few passable roads, which were narrowed by piles of snow. I walked to photograph a local road where the 6feet drifts trapped a car overnight. I was well togged up, but was colder than ever I felt during a recent trip above the Arctic Circle.

After stopping for coffee at Merrie England (if you've never been in a Merrie England, you've not lived), I walked a bit further and took this shot of Castle Hill. The Victorian folly on the hill watches over the town, and the views from up there are spectacular. The road up the hill is hairy on a fine summer's day, so today is probably not the day for venturing up. As it is a Victorian building I tried to make the shot look antique. I like that you can see one of the remaining dark satanic mills; the mills are the reason Huddersfield once (allegedly) had proportionately more millionaires than anywhere else in the world.

And now it is snowing agin.....