The snow arrived silently and heavily, last Thursday night. On Friday, between snow showers, I took some garden photographs. There was a strange, quiet shock in the way that the landscape was transformed. Lanes in the village were blocked with snow. The usual morning hum of cars passing the end of the fields had disappeared. A cold, grey peace had fallen over the garden.
Yesterday, a partial thaw began, but in the night the freeze returned and brought icicles this morning.
By afternoon, as the sun began to dip in the western sky, patches of green were returning to grass and hedge.
A half moon showed, half hidden behind the old Scots pine.
A mound of ivy kept its scattering of snow.
Snow trapped among fine branches began to freeze again.......
...and the fields stayed an icy, unforgiving white.