A village shop I came across while exploring. Its likely looked the same as this for decades. They’ve thoughtfully placed a snow shovel and sleds out for the impending snow tomorrow.

Scraps and a cheese pattie in the local chippy as I wait for my fish to fry. And that box of forks looks exactly the same as it would have over 40 years ago. So glad some things don’t change. 

Coal miner cottages backing onto the alley, or cut as it’s called here, with Orion looking down from the night sky.

Greg and I had lunch in a small Yorkshire town pub, and then drove around the beautiful countryside. Even in the middle of winter, after heavy rain, it’s gorgeous here, and only 45 minutes from Ferryhill.