It really does feel like Ive walked through my wardrobe and into Narnia.
Only Im not like naughty Edward; although I wouldn't mind an abundance of Turkish Delight.
Mark and I braced ourselves for the coldest walk of the year with poochy poo and I dragged along my camera for the ride. It was exhilarating. Ok, its only our local park (again) but the light and shapes and the mystery that it transformed into was not the sight I was expecting. We have had a total of 7 inches here, more than there has been for a looooooooooong time. But its all been compacted and compounded by trucks, cars and feet together with -7 temperatures into the most treacherous and dangerous ice ever. No gritters have graced our town whatsoever and I so feel for the older folk who are taking fairy steps to edge along the pathways to get to the shops. Please, please help those who are less fortunate than yourselves (health and fitness wise) to get to the shops for food.
Anyway, Narnia............this is my walk and I hope you like:
Icicles from our roof taken from my bedroom
With no time to be artistic on this walk, i grabbed what snaps I could in fear of frostbite. I love this little bridge on our walk, it always beckons me to walk across even though its left off our pathway. So I often just walk over and back again....just because.
Hello lil robin red breast. How still you sat for me.
Me and my boy....my best boy, my love, my friend, my companion........
I love him this much x 1927458328364758693 x inifinity
A tunnel of arched trees, laden with what-felt-like fairy dust and magic
My two boys, sigh.
Sometimes Mark stands like caveman - ug!
Home again, down our street and admiring the curves of the soon-to-bloom cherry blossoms.
Gotta say though, that snow isnt so pretty now after a fairly warm day (ie 1 degree celcius!!!).
Ive made another little quick make tutorial, but as ever, its taking flaming ages to upload. Therefore I shall share that tomorrow. In the meantime, wrap up warm, snuggle up close and be glad we don't live in Siberia. Or even the outer Heberdes. And Wigan. Oh, wait. I do live in Wigan.
"Oh is that the Estate Agent?, we need a valuation..................Yes, thats right. Spain"