marymary

"The wall skirted the hill's edge and as I looked across and away to where Darrowby huddled far below between its folding green fells the wind thundered in my ears; but when I squatted in the shelter of the grey stones the wind was only a whisper and the spring sunshine hot on my face."
- James Herriot

...I love that sentence.

P.S. For all the cooper fans, there's a couple new pictures of him up.