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“Cold in the earth – and fifteen wild Decembers”

The Yorkshire moors are cold, this time of year – cold and dramatic. But when the sun shines and the frost bites, when flecks of snow fly, gentle, on a breath of wind – then, they are soaringly beautiful. Is … Continue reading

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