A Winters Tale

York City Centre on a mild winters day

Winter in England seems to have been a pretty dull affair the last few years, a serious lack of snow and very cold days.
If you suffer from S.A.D as I do dramatically, the day the clocks go back is the worse day of the year.
Officially as I write 28th November, I suppose we are not actually in Winter yet but for me once its pitch black at 4.30pm then Autumn is over.
So far this month its been a little bit of rain, a few cold nights and some genuinely mild days, nothing yet to suggest a harsh winter (not that anybodies predicting one).
After a crap summer, there is supposed to be a record number of S.A.D sufferers this year and although the symptoms are closely linked with depression, I believe more people suffer with it then actually know.
For me personally, if we had a lot of snow and the rivers froze over for a prolonged period of time, I think it would cheer me up a little bit, either that or move to within 30 degress of the equater where daylight hours are long, constant and extremley bright. Gate Helmsley, me and the dog, mild winters day
Some different views of my home village