We spent our Christmas in Hull, with Belle trying hard to get over her operation.
Humber Bridge from Hessle foreshore
The temperature never even flickered near zero on the east coast, so we took a stroll along the Hessle foreshore in a bracing minus three with the wind sweeping in over a frigid Humber Estuary. This is a favourite spot, with the mighty Humber bridge reaching out over the swirling waters to the low hills of North Lincolnshire a misty mile and a bit away to the south. There is something quite humbling about these mega structures.
This was also an excellent opopportunity to give the new telephoto lens a workout. The results delighted me, with the misty shots of the far tower brought within my range for the first time.