It was bone dry on the road and a mixture of crunchy, sparkly snow in the woods where the sun hadn`t penetrated with lots of green patches where it had.
Beautiful light and crisp air but perhaps most striking of all the silence, not a breath of wind, only the occasional piercing cry of a buzzard overhead.
Best of all didn`t need to be mummified in layers and layers of clothes: no over-trousers, hats, gloves or thick woolly sweaters. Spring is definitely lurking somewhere nearby.
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