The overnight snow on the Wansbeck promised wintery Northumberland landscapes. I drove to Longhorsely and tried to get lost in an attempt to find the picturesque.
No such luck. Views of Cheviot revealed snow but a frozen puddle was all that the local countryside said about winter.
A local greenhouse still had bunches of grapes hanging in broken panes. I think the blizzard was localised to this corner of the world.
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A positive thought perception. How nice. :)
Art as a spiritual expression.
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