t is midwinter. The fields are looking bare, the trees are silhouetted against cool grey winter skies, and in the North York Moors the country is as bleak and windswept as ever. Among the many creatures surviving the winter up on the heather are the familiar sheep. In our part of the world they tend to be Swaledale or Scottish
Country Diary
Jan 11, 2023
2 minutes
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