Snow way, man. Rarer than hens teeth or rocking horse shit, since I was a child snow in these parts has almost become a thing of legend. Not that it was ever an annual, but we would get heavy snow quite regularly. Looking back through my blog the last good show of snow appears to have been Imbolc back in 2019. When it snows proper though, the forest stands are transformed into a wonderland surpassing even that of Narnia. Alas this morning was merely a dusting, and then only on the occasional stump or prone trunk. Still.
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