February 2025
"I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
the weakening eye of day,
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires"
Thomas Hardy, from "The Darkling Thrush"
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February morning on the way to work, Haworth |
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Rose Castle Cottage, Tarn Hows, The Lake District, Sept '24 |
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East Riddlesden Hall, West Yorkshire |
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Window at Haworth Old Post Office bistro |
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