Since I’ve been blogging about my local patch, I can’t remember a day when it has snowed so much.
Everything looks so different with a covering of white, familiar paths disappear, the trees hang to the ground with the weight of the snow, and through the silence, every so often, a loud crack can be heard as the weight becomes too much and a branch snaps and falls.
Through the haze created by the falling snowflakes, three roe deer are lying, waiting for the weather to pass. When they spot me, they stand up, shake off their layer of white and head towards the woods.
Under the shadow of the huge oak trees gather flocks of Redwings, Fieldfares and Blackbirds, turning over the leaf litter looking for food.
Heading back to the house the air is filled with the sound of Long tailed tits, their high pitched twittering following me all the way back to the garden.