River Walk, Nidderdale

Plenty of gnarled branches and frost-solid tussocks to be found along these river banks. Though it soon became a day to be appreciated by dogs who enjoyed the mud. For most of the afternoon the sun was so low it seemed to be constantly setting. A few bulbs had started sprouting, thinking it Spring already, only to be knocked back by the coldest night for several months; all in all, a rather rude welcome to the year. The river, though calm for the most part, raged past the weir as if consciously trying to prevent itself from freezing over – I knew how it felt.