Winter

After dropping Stef off at Ilkley station this morning I had to nip into the Post Office sorting depot to collect a couple of on-line mail order Christmas presents. It was absolutely hammering down with foul wintery sleety rain and I was glad of my Buffalo jacket. Oddly, I enjoyed dashing across the road and up the driveway and then back in the dark and wet; there was something invigorating about the experience