There’s something so perfect about snow. It’s so fragile and so pure. So easy to ruin, either by heat or by footprints.
In a world of white glitter, the sunshine is blinding. A faint smell of snow mobile petrol hovers over the landscape, and now and again you can hear a motor in the distance.
Clinging to twigs, the tiny balls of snow look like osier buds.
It’s the perfect day for an outing.
Birches everywhere shining with half-melted crystals.
Sun filters through the smoke as you grill your sausages on an open fire… 🙂
Pure magic! Like visions of Narnia beyond the wardrobe 🙂
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That’s exactly what I always say when the weather’s like this! 🙂
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