On Ayton Bank

The last day of February and I had had tentative thoughts of cycling into Middlesbrough to photograph the Newport Bridge for it was on this day in 1934 that the bridge was opened by the future King George VI. But more snow overnight put paid to that idea, so Plan B: head up on to Great Ayton Moor. Virgin snow, knee-deep and magical textures and shapes. In the lee of a dry-stone wall, a clump of rushes, encrusted with snow and on the skyline, just left of centre, Capt. Cook’s Monument. Lewis Carroll, in Through the Looking-Glass, refers to snow-covered trees and fields as snug with a white quilt. Quite apt I think.
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