Sapphire Snow

Snow in the Valley

With a crystal clear frost topping the soil, winter arrived swaying his robes of white over Pendle and Bowland.

Winter in the Dales

The sheep on the hillside pastures hunkered down, scratching the snow for grass.


Like a barrage of blankets soaked with moisture, a front rolled in, shedding wet cotton on the roofs and spires of the Ribble Valley

In the bleak snowfall, the trees were but a mockery of shelter

In the Bleak Midwinter

In the evening, the snowfall ceased, and the snowy blanket morphed into an icy landscape yet again