• And then it snowed again

    After years of barely seeing a flake of snow we had another fall three days ago, but only on the higher ground. Look east from here and the Malvern Hills were white. Look west and the Black Mountains were completely snowclad. Choices, choices. Which way to go? In the end I took the easy option and headed for the Malverns. Problem with getting access to the upper reaches of the Black Mountains is that many of those very remote and narrow lanes never see a gritting lorry. The thought of being stuck or sliding off the road really doesn't appeal.

    Even though the sky was blue & the sun was shining the temperature was still barely above zero so the snow was still very crisp and powdery. There was also the thought that it's about time I picked up some new snowy images for my Malverns greetings cards.

    I did also happen upon a beautiful 'phoenix' ash tree - something I have rarely seen. Limes, beeches, sycamores - yes, but seldom ash. (Cue for someone to email me a picture of another phoenix ash no doubt).

    Flossie and I walked all the way from Hollybush to British Camp and back again. It crossed my mind that although one usually wants to see pristine snowscapes unsullied by footprints when you actually look at these images with evidence of droves of walkers clearly imprinted you realise that this is the only time of year that records everyone's passing. The feet may have travelled those paths at any other time, but when they disappear from view that's it - they might just as well have never been there as far as any observer is concerned. It is as if for a brief few days everyone has the right to leave their mark - something many crave, but few achieve.


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