Rather a pitiful amount of snow this week. It’s a sign of the times that this much snow counts as exciting down here.
It wasn’t a great snowman, even before its head fell off, but I think the fox’s final judgement on it was harsh… (paraphrasing from a Bob Rivers Twisted Christmas song)
He’s ginger and his tail is bushy,
And the snowman’s backside is mushy.
He couldn’t resist, oh no:
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow!
Snow of a different sort today, with a return to the Snow Bunting at Goring Gap, this time on foot. What a difference a bit of sunshine makes.
