Just a few shots from the weekend visit to my brother's amazing stone farmhouse in Yorkshire. To get there we drove through the Yorkshire National Park - which was just like riding through the Welsh Brecon Beacon National Park that it felt as though we were driving home!
My brother was a very special gift on my 12th birthday - though I didn't feel it was such a great gift at the time - we have shared 34 birthdays - almost all of them together. We blew out candles again - in his beautiful home.
The silence up there in the mountains was renewing...
We wished we could have stayed longer.
The miles and miles of row upon row of dry stone walls in the Yorkshire hills were apparently built by the Prisoners of War in WWII. They did an amazing job!!