Grey days

We have had plenty of grey, mizzly days of late; typical February weather in these parts.  Though I am always glad we do have a variety of weather;  I don't really know if I'd like being able to predict what the day is going to be like, even before I've looked out.

I was walking down Victoria Road in Saltaire, past the Mill towards the river and noticed how attractive the tonal gradations looked on the misty hillside.  When converted to monochrome it is even more noticeable.  It's one of the aspects I appreciate about living in Saltaire, that you can see beyond the built-up area and up to the woods and moors of Shipley Glen.  There are three bands of trees - those in Roberts Park, those on the Glen hillside (Walker Wood from this viewpoint) and then the fields and trees up on top - what's known as Hope Hill.

I always think Hope Hill is very aptly named.  "I lift my eyes to the hills - where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." (Psalm 121)  My thoughts often turn to this verse when I glimpse Hope Hill.   I can imagine that, in the same way, looking up to the tranquil hill and remembering the psalm must have uplifted and comforted generations of Salt's mill-workers as they came to and from work... and perhaps even Sir Titus himself when he was having a bad day!