We've had such a fantastic week of clear, sunny, cold, crisp, still days, I could go on. The sort of days that make winter a pleasure, make you glad to be alive. So at the weekend, I went up Garforth Cliff (which is the rather impressive name for the hill at the end of our road) and sketched the view.
It was about an hour before sunset and the sky was just starting to go pink. The northern edge of the peak district was soft shades of grey and the foreground (Kippax village) was autumnal shades of brown and green. I feel very privileged to live so close to such a view. Breathtaking.
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