Our Writers' Group have produced their first book, published this week (and, like the curate's egg, good in parts) and today it fell to me to drive through Wensleydale to Hawes to ask the local newsagent if he would stock some copies for sale (he would).
This journey was no hardship for the dale is beginning to wake up. Nicely protected from the bitterly cold North wind, I drove along in brilliant sunshine. The fields are beginning to green up and here and there were trees with fat buds, not yet bursting open, but thinking about it.
But best of all, in the water meadows, where the silvery River Ure winds its way, there were lambs. In little groups they raced across the field, stood a moment, then raced back at a given signal from one of the group. Some very tiny ones were curled up asleep in little sunny hollows. And all the while their mums were conscientiously munching away at the grass - they've seen it all before I suppose.
Stepping out into the April sunshine was a bit of a shock as an icy blast cut through the car park. It didn't help that the first £2.20 I put in the parking meter was gobbled up without showing on the clock - so the parking actually cost me £4.40!!! But we British are stalwart, aren't we? After all, it is Easter weekend - and that usually means winter's return.
Today's picture is a long distance shot of our "local" bit of high ground - Penhill. I took it this morning on my way to Hawes - and as you see it is still a bit of a wintry scene. Have a Happy Easter.