What a fantastic day it has been up here - if you like snow that is. Snowfall in the night has added to that which already covered the fields and a brisk wind has crafted drifts into fantastic swirling sculptural shapes. Unfortunately these block the lane. No matter that the snowplough came by first thing or that John came to the stock on a mighty tractor shortly afterwards - the way is closed again now.
It seemed a particularly good excuse to wear my New Christmas Hat. I must say it is everything a girl could want from a hat - thanks to son D for this most excellent present. How like an extra from a Welsh production of Dr Zhivago I look standing in the lane amongst the snowy hills. Perhaps a Troika would be a good idea to haul me through the lanes - although a tractor might be better.
Tonight though we'll go nowhere. We'll hunker down in splendid isolation and draw on our own resources in a quiet white world.
Pictures below from yesterday - a landscape distilled to black and white and shades between. Click to get a better look. Less is more methinks.