Walking the dog….
Past the old stone cottages, They look so lovely in their snowy setting. Through the gateway that marks the old boundary of Lancashire and Yorkshire, Mabel gets very excited at this point as she knows this is the way to the horse field, lots of interesting smells, if you are a dog that is!
Wonderful views across to ‘pots n pans’ in Saddleworth,
and into the horse field, but hang on, where is the grass, where are the horses, just deep deep snow, poor Mabel.
Not quite what she was expecting. It is too much for a little dog with very short legs, Mabel soon became unimpressed with the white stuff and decided it was time to head home.
I must say I was quite glad to turn back too, it looks glorious, but crikey, it was cold this morning. Time for hot chocolate and a newly iced cake.