Thought we were going to get ambushed by a blizzard as we set off this afternoon with a freezing wind slicing straight at us and thick black clouds apparently heading our way. Battled on nevertheless into the shelter of the woods where it was a wild and wintry soundscape of excited, cawing crows swirling in and out of trees which rocked backwards and forwards, creaking and groaning where bare trunks grated together or swishing and swooshing, sounding just like a turbulent sea.
And we`d escaped the storm unscathed as we emerged from the woods to see a pale, very-nearly-full moon suspended in an an ice-blue sky, the wind still fierce but at least assisting us home.
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