Snow!

Coming down hard enough to show off those tractor treads on my new Grubs boots. And it kept on coming as I walked down the road to my path onto the heath. I’ll take you down.

Once on the heath I was positively mobbed by snowmen. I have never seen so many of them. What is it that makes humans, no matter what their age, unable to resist rolling lovely virgin snow into all too often grubby snowmen?

A snow family…

A rather glamorous snow couple…

And a snow dog! In fact, it turned out, that it wasn’t this dog’s owners who had built the snow dog – but they were all happy to adopt it for this finely posed portrait.

Across on Parliament Hill it was, I fear, somewhat rammed – although all of those excited sledgers were well fairly socially distanced.

Back home in the garden, the snow was still clinging thickly on the apple tree and a bird was certainly not allowing the snow to silence him. As always, I tried, unsuccessfully, to find him – but I did catch a robin who sat first on a branch and then moved down for a good feed on the ‘De luxe robin crumble’.