West Yorkshire Today

The day was perfectly still, perfectly clear, the light bright gold. The colours of the trees, of the willow herb, of the bilberry, of the grasses on the tops, a palette of gold, ochre, mustard and peach. Mud still sucking the welly-booted foot in a dark porridge. Stone dry, grey, green with mosses and lichens. Distant sheep small pale shapes against green. Wind turbines motionless. A robin singing on a high branch.