My abiding memory of February is of the wind. Wind howling in the lime trees beyond our street, wind rattling the windows and lashing about the house, wailing down the chimney and sending garden furniture and plant pots scudding across the yard.
Read MoreOne of my favourite Sunday activities - and something I’d really like to do more - is to walk from Lendal Bridge in the centre of York, down the riverside path to Clifton Ings. Originally an eighteenth-century racecourse on the outskirts of the city of York Clifton Ings is now an open space which functions as a temporary storage area, or wash-land, for flood water coming off the River Ouse in the autumn and winter.
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