“Winter in Cumbria — rolling snowy hills and frost‑tipped fells under a pale golden sky, sheep dotting the frozen fields like woolly marshma...

“Winter in Cumbria — rolling snowy hills and frost‑tipped fells under a pale golden sky, sheep dotting the frozen fields like woolly marshmallows, a lone dry stone wall snakes across the landscape, smoke curls from a distant cottage chimney. Icicles hang from tree branches. A red-scarfed figure walks ...