Walking up the windy road of Skelghyll Lane I snuggled down into my scarf, then zipped up my coat as far as it would go. I pulled my gloves over my fingers and then immediately reached into my pockets to find my mittens. Ian…
On the run-up to the big day, Ian suggested we visit Yorkshire Sculpture Park; it’s somewhere we’ve toyed with going to a few times before, but somehow we never quite get there. At the end of May it was my birthday and for some…
