A Walk in the Snow

We have snow.

Lots of snow.

Come with me on a walk through my village, we'll go out by the back door, shall we?

You can just see my next door neighbour's donkey and horse by the far wall, hoping for an apple from the folk in the house beyond no doubt.

We'll walk down past the railway station...

...to the bridge over the river...

...and look over to the left,

then over to the right ...

...before turning to retrace our steps.

We go past the field to our left...

...and past rose hips so red against the snow.

Past the Black Bull our local hostelry...

...sorry no time to stop and linger with real ale by their fire.

On up the hill to the path above the railway line,

and let's stop here a moment to look at the breathtaking view of the winter coated fells beyond.

At the end of the path we enter the churchyard ...

and in the soft silence we marvel at the holly with berries of such glowing red.

Then homeward we head to warm by the fire.

xxx