Either way, it was the most apt expression I could think of as I drove down the A69 from East to West on a cold, clear April evening. Usually it is an uninspiring drive, even when you broach the crest of the hill above Corbridge and the whole of the Tyne Valley opens up before you. It should be a jaw dropping experience, but is ruined by the location of a vast chipboard factory which monopolises the vista.
But always expect the unexpected and tonight the combination of the fading light and the stillness gave the place a dignified beauty.
The moody skies warned of cool weather to come. It has come. The clouds are heavy and it is trying to snow. Reluctant sleet is falling and winter does not seem to be over yet.