A SMALL CLUMP of Snowdrops has come into flower, near where we cut down the apple tree.
A few gulls scud along against a blue sky.
Half an hour later there's a sudden downpour which, being amongst buildings, we hadn't seen coming. Soon it's heading away into the east. The distant spire of Wakefield Cathedral, like a matchstick standing by a sheep, gives some idea of the scale of cloud.
As we drive home a little later there's a wintry copper sky. The tower standing, apparently, with its head almost in the clouds is the Emley Moor transmitter.
By the time we're back a grey dimness is descending over the trees of the wood.
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