Winter...

I’m in my favourite Dales campsite, busy writing, writing, writing. It’s cold, the sky is like a whiteboard that’s just been wiped clean, and I’m hearing on the news about snow and, worse, freezing rain. So, once I retrieve my clothes from the tumble drier, I’ll be off. If the weather’s turning nasty, I need to be somewhere warm, where’s there’s food, drink and rosy-cheeked women…