Calming

Wow what a wild and windy night in the Lakes, not really a surprise to wake to diminishing winds and tree branches everywhere.
By the time the sun had crested the Pennines it seemed nice enough to wrap up warm and wander out. Disappointingly only a tiny amount of snow had fallen to village height, the Howgills to the South seemed mostly clear, but looking North and West the Scar and the distant Lakeland tops looked solidly white. Side roads were simply black ice, but walking along Orton Parishes wonderfully wide verges that just meant pooch and I could enjoy some tranquility - when we reached Chapel Beck the clarity of the air, and the low angle of the winter sun worked to make this piece of magic that I've done my best to capture.

Returning home I was easily dissuaded from starting another exam question (now done though) by the offer of coffee and chatter with the lovely Mr FennerPearson. A quick physio appointment was followed by entertainment duties for little puppy Herman who had a hilarious play with Pushka who is always rejuvenated by the snow.

Philosophy Friday
Without inspiration the best powers of the mind remain dormant. There is a fuel in us all that must be ignited by a spark.
Johann Gottfried Von Herder