When winter hits home...

 So we had a white christmas at last... and it is so sad that i have now reached the age that snow quickly becomes tiresome and an inconvenience! But at the same time i cannot deny that it makes the world beautiful, and turned my boxing day run (in an attempt to make myself feel slightly better about my sheer gluttony) into an eye-opening morning. 


This, my favourite tree and thinking-spot, now looks lost in the desolate landscape. The white of the snow enhances the sheer emptiness and bleakness of the view...

And these... the sweeping hills of the fields around my home,
Bleak yet beautiful