27th October 2018
You knew the night before there was probably going to be snow in the morning, beyond the deep grey, glowing sky and the sudden drop in temperature, just a feeling, like it felt at Christmas time when you were a kid. In the morning the snow had covered the ground, a few inches of crisp and even, but the air was warm so I knew it wouldn’t last long. As soon as the light started to show I made my way to Watling Wood. It didn’t disappoint. The bows bent under the weight, the tracks were free of footprints. I spent a good few hours caught in winter wonderland.