Tunnicliffe’s hawthorn tree with the aid of the stile, bramble and old man’s beard creates a window onto the farmyard where the men are threshing corn something that is now history because the threshing machine is now encompassed within the modern combine.

In my picture I have removed the farming scene and settled for a wintery mist and then chose one of my favourite hawthorn trees where redwings are feeding on the berries. Below the tree is an rickety old fence with overhanging bramble and rabbits feeding in the unmown grass.