Once in the woods, out of the stinging little swirls of wind which nipped at the ears, the sun had a surprising amount of warmth in it but not enough to melt much of the snow, perched on top of fence posts giving them the air of be-wigged magistrates
or decorating trees like blossom.
The silence was total bar the occasional rustle and gentle, very gentle, thud as a little snow slithered from a branch. The usual paths were blocked in places by boughs laden with the white stuff.
Fun and games all round
and the sheer glory of it.
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