My mental image of Yorkshire weather is formed by James Herriot and the Brontës and, in March anyway, it involves mist, rain, cold, maybe snow, and very possibly some wuthering winds. When I packed, I brought long-sleeved sweaters and a parka vest. I have long underwear. I have scarves.
Today I wore a T-shirt.
And if I hadn’t been riding a horse in the afternoon, I would have worn a sundress and sandals.… >> Read more