Where was Kate Bush?
No sign of James Herriott, the Brontes. or even Michael Parkinson up there today, but the Yorkshire landscape was at it’s rugged and tempestuous best. You’d half expect Kate Bush to swoop out singing Wuthering Heights. I’d started the day in Sowerby Bridge and here’s one of it’s steep terraced streets in the early morning light, complete with jetstream overhead.
Later, up on the moors, this isolated farmhouse was standing foursquare against the elements.
And here, a watery sun shone a weak, but dramatic light down on the valley. It almost looks like one of Turner’s landscapes.