I do like a bit of snow. On the down side, I haven't been more than about two miles from home for the past week, but on the up side, Dartmoor looks beautiful, and I feel quite manly going out to fetch firewood and feed the alpacas every morning. The forecast is saying the weather will turn warm'n'wet again this coming weekend, so I took this morning off and had a good long stomp over the hills near my house before it all melts. Here are some of the photos I've been boring my Twitter followers with...
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| Bonehill Rocks |
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| Tracks of William Bell's tractor in the field below our house. |
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| Ice on the grass stems, up on the hill this morning |
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| Sam's school was closed, so we got lots of tobogganing and snowball fights in. And I gave him a quick history lesson about Anglo-Saxon England. How King Alfred Burnt the Cakes was something Every Schoolchild Knew when I was little, but the modern curriculum doesn't seem to touch on it. I know it's apocryphal, but it's pretty much the only thing I knew about King Alfred, so I thought it a shame not to pass it on... |
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| Chinkwell Tor |
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| Splat! |
