Bundled up against the cold, we set off for our walk in the snow.
No more fell overnight, but the thick blanket from yesterday remained.
It was more stomped on since yesterday, more icy… but not when you go off the beaten track.
There, snow blankets remain intact, just waiting to be jumped into!
I love the day after the snow, when it's starting to melt just that little bit.
The branches darken with the moisture, creating a stark contrast against the white snow.
Little peeps of green reappear where snow has fallen off bushes.
You can hear the gentle 'thud' of falling clumps of snow all around you… and feel it down your neck when it falls from above!
Snow patterns vary on different trees, creating a collection of contrasting shapes and textures.
… and a little girl with her own camera catches me red handed taking a photograph of her copying her mummy taking pictures of the snow. Busted ;-)
This lovely country walk is close to our home in Bristol, just 5 minutes from our door.
It is so well hidden, I had lived here for 5 years before I discovered it.
Walking the route in the snow felt wonderful, like rediscovering it.
After, we headed to our favourite local for a few bowls of chunky cheesy chips and a lovely cold beer (and squash!).