"Snow was falling, snow on snow, snow on snow". And so it has been, for the last few days. And cold. Not just snow cold but biting easterly winds hurling the stuff at us and drifting it up around gates and fences and trees.
This morning though there was no wind. The world had frozen overnight and was, literally, quite breathtaking.
Took twice as long as usual to walk round the woods on Saturday: as we turned off the road I sank straight into a drift and thought I might have to stay there until someone pulled me out but in the event was able to struggle free.
Thankfully most of the paths were only shin or ankle deep so though progress was slow it was at least progress. On several occasions decided we wouldn`t try and go right round - it was hard work! Too tempting to go on though and we were rewarded by such a stunning display that it proved to be more than worth it. In the end all I could do as I plodded through through the snow, pausing for breath at regular intervals, was to marvel at the scenery and take far too many photos:
So many different ways for the snow to accumulate: the blobs clinging on to branches,
and in some cases weighing down the trees and even breaking them.
Sometimes the snow appears to have been painted on,
though with the odd random item recalling a different season.
We stumbled back onto the road, avoiding the big drift by the entrance this time, only to discover the wind had sprung up again and was covering the road where it was exposed.
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