Late yesterday afternoon, the rain suddenly eased up and the glowering sky suddenly brightened a little. I said to J that we should really make the most of it and get out the house for an hour, go breathe in some fresh air and scenery. After several days of hunkering down indoors, we'll all feel better for getting out a bit. Just an hour will do.
It is very high up here on the moor tops, and the wind is relentless. You step out from the warmth of the car and BAM! The wind knocks you sideways and takes your breath away. It flusters up your hair and yanks at your clothes, makes your cheeks rosy red and your eyes water.
I remembered the very first time that J took me to to meet his parents, a few weeks after we first met. He drove me up here, and it was the first time I had ever been to Yorkshire and seen this sort of landscape. I thought it was utterly amazing.
That was exactly twenty years ago at this same time of year, and here we are now. Living a few miles away (we lived in Manchester then), married, with three children. But still pretty much the same.
I wore my red winter coat yesterday, wrapped myself up in it's cosy warmth. There is a story to tell about this coat, and it's a pretty nifty, inspiring story. More soon........