Owl and Piglet and Rabbit and all…
Waking up to snowlight on the ceiling is a good moment in spite of all the inconvenience.
My subsequent expedition was on a modest scale of one. The wind was strong and full of fine wet snow, so I carefully put into practice the lessons learned from frozen explorers and astronomers: wool is warmer; layer up; get boots and gloves warm before you put them on; fill up all the chinks by tucking trousers into socks, gloves into sleeves, scarves into coats, hats into collars. (Didn’t need the lessons about avoiding snow blindness though!) I don’t usually bother with walking poles, but today I was glad to have them, having reached the age at which you no longer bounce when you fall. (Click into a photo for the gallery)
- That will teach it a lesson
- So much for sheltering in the car port
- Not deep, but the road surface was fiendish. I was pleased to catch the fortuitous pigeon
- Although it was windy, the damp snow clung and limned every leaf or twig
- … and I mean limned EVERY twig
- Would have been reluctant to do this slope without the walking poles
- especially as this stream at the bottom looked very deep and cold
- The storm beach had been cut away by recent weather, so this was my furthest point.
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The Magic of the Winter 😀
Glad you liked it –
Nice photos 🙂