Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
–Psalm 30:11-12 (KJV)
Early autumn in woodland, Borrowdale pic.twitter.com/KDxef6ZZW0
— YorkshireLass (@MaureenPlatts) October 28, 2023