Look at that little ball of fire; even Yorkshire clouds can’t quite blot it out.
A cold, winter morning after a rare decent snowfall. The sun was only just rising, and the snow on the ground was yet unfettered by footprints.
The welcoming gates of Hazlewood Castle.
This is one of our favorite places in the world. We spent a single weekend here, but our memories of the time are simply wonderful. We wanted to be wed here, but in the end it proved too expensive. We still have plans to renew our vows here one day.
The beautiful gold of Yorkshire’s evening skies.
Another wonderful sunrise from our house atop the hill. What else can I say?
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