There are few things more appealing in the winter than the sight of Roseberry Topping shrouded in snow. This shot was taken on a cold winter’s afternoon (it was barely even 4pm, despite the sun having been set for almost half an hour), with the waxing, gibbous moon overlooking a scene that to my eye has everything. Roseberry Topping balanced in the frame by a mournful, lone tree, sweeping lines of the hillside and the snow-covered tracks of the ploughed field. As soon as I spotted the tree I knew I wanted to get this shot and when the moon broke cover of the clouds that was the icing on the cake.
It was a chilly evening, one that was instantly warmed by this view.