Kings Cross Station

I left London yesterday morning in the pouring rain and travelled north up to the Yorkshire dales through a damp and often misty landscape; the countryside is finally getting the rain it so badly needs.  What my body was not quite ready for was the change in temperature - 27° at home in the flat and 17° at best up here but my bed is deeply comfortable and warm and l fell asleep to the sound of owls and bleating sheep.  l did bring a woolly jumper.