The snow is the dominant topic of conversation, how could it not be, after all, we are in the grip of the so called ‘Beast from the East’ and ‘Storm Emma’. I have no idea why weather is in need of a moniker, it’s just weather after all.
Yet this weather has been severe and disruptive and for some life threatening and frightening. Here we have got off lightly: it has been bitterly cold with just some snow.
The lane is peaceful save for the creaking sound of snow underfoot.
The willow fencing is dusted with snow and the detail is somewhat more noticeable.
The fire is lit.
A quiet Saturday. I intend to enjoy it before the dirty great slush begins. Now where’s my coat, I had better take the dog out. D.