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 MoreI know everyone, everywhere has said it, but January has been a very long month. Although it hasn’t been cold here in York, it’s been unendingly dark and grey - a month of waking up in darkness, of making stew and baked potatoes (and worrying that it’s not really cold enough for stew) of curling up on the sofa under a blanket with a book and of being at home mostly, and trying to be slow and mindful.
Read MoreDecember was a strange and wonderful month - four weeks spent rushing about and at the same time, being extremely still. It was a month full of the very new and different and also the very old and familiar.
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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