Wolds Again

After some hectic work, it was good to get out and walking in the Wolds this week. This is Fordham Dale, one of the strange anomalous areas that you are allowed to be in [it is open access land - thankyou New Labour] but not actually allowed to get to without trespassing. Consequently I have never seen anyone else there. You can see how the frost is still on the north facing slopes, with the greener grass on the warmer south facing slopes. It all felt a bit magical. I was listening to In The Light Of Air by Anna Thorvaldsdottir, an Icelandic modern classical composer whose music is as weird as you are probably imagining.