Bolton Abbey has miles of footpaths that traipse through fields, along the River Wharfe, by the Abbey ruins, down to an old hunting lodge, and through the woods- The Strid. The paths are peaceful, easy-going, and usually not crowded. Today there were only a few people there besides us! The dogs got to run around off lead a bit, even Max. They refused to pose for a picture, though- I think the ground was too cold for their tushes!
All our precipitation seems to have stopped since the freezing temperatures set in- all we've got is thick frost.
Other than the elbow-breaking windshield scraping and nervous spots on the roads, the frost sure is pretty, especially on English ivy!