It had been snowing for more than an hour this morning when I stopped resisting the urge to get out in it. It’s a lovely feeling squeaking through fresh snow when nobody else is about.

I headed for the cycle path through the forest and saw no one at all. Delightful.

The snowfall was driven north by the wind so I had it blowing into my face most of the way into the woods. I had to take my glasses off because they are not equipped with wipers and I left my camera in my coat pocket for fear of it getting wet.

Still I enjoyed every minute. I can’t remember the last time I tasted snowflakes! It took me right back to the winters we had in England last century. Last millennium even.

One thing hasn’t changed after all these years. I still wear Doctor Marten’s boots to go out in the snow.

Resistance is useless*

*Vogon battle-cry, and counter-argument to dissent (read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, you won’t regret it!)

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