Clouds

Pale blue skies, torn with whisps of cirrus leaking through, hang like the inside of a painted dome, over my cycle to work this morning.

Meanwhile, thin cloud drapes the northern edges of the Hope Valley, the top of Win Hill just rising out of the white curtain.

The top lake at Redmires has been reduced to a pond, nestling in the shadow of the dam wall. The ducks and geese have gone, presumabably moved down to the middle reservoir.