Given that the snow has now gone in my part of the world – although not before it got really rather icy and slippery – I thought I would post some photographs that I took on Saturday, December 18th to remind us how pretty it was at one time. I am fortunate to live in a relatively rural area so when I woke up to a (comparatively) light covering of snow that day, I pulled on my wellies and as many layers as possible and headed out on foot.
Snow-covered holly bushes, with a cheeky garden shed in the background:
I like postboxes sunken into walls.
Church gate at St. Paul’s, The Hacket:
What I love about snow is the way that it deadens ambient sound in your vicinity. I wandered around for over an hour and felt – aside from a few dog-walkers – totally alone. Of course, my rose-tinted view of all the beauty dissipated somewhat once my road became an ice-rink and my Christmas plans had to be altered because of the conditions, but I think these shots serve as a pleasant reminder all the same. I am slightly concerned that, as I write this, the weather forecast predicts snow again later this week, but I am keeping my fingers crossed for minimal disruption this time!