A couple of weeks ago, we had a little bit of snow, though the temperature wasn't cold enough for it to do more than settle in nooks and crannies on the tops of the hills surrounding the town. However, this morning I woke up to snow covering the ground and still falling.
|View out my bedroom window|
|From the Stiwdio Maelor doorway|
|A field just down the road|
|Birds dancing on the snow?|
Today was not my first experience of snow. I have visited snow fields near Melbourne. However, this is the first time I've actually experienced walking through softly falling snow and walking on a thick covering of snow. One thing I noticed was the sound of my boots with every step on snow that no one else had traversed, a crunch-pop as the weight broke through the top layer of snow crust and burst through to the softer stuff below. Not quite the snap-crackle-pop of that old TV ad for Rice Bubbles, but close.
Below are more photos from my walk:
|The Italian House|
|The trail to the lookout|
|Distant view from the lookout|
|Closer view of trees|
|Some ruins at the lookout|
|The Arthurian pool at the back of the lookout|
|From the pool|
|An old slate miner's house|
|The trail down the other side of the hill|
|By a local kid|
By the time I returned to Corris, the road was wet with snowmelt, and, as the day wore on, the snow disappeared, drawn up by the hidden sun’s heat into a mist that hung over the valley.
|Corris in Snow|
As always, I hope you enjoy this post and I welcome your comments.
|What do you think? More tomorrow!|
PS. I realise I have been quite lax in posting news of my travels. My excuse is that I have been busy with the Christmas trip to Germany to catch up with Jo and with tackling my 3000+ words a day of draft three work (which has not been entirely successful), plus Welsh language and landscape immersion. I’ll write another post soon to let you know the status of things. Thanks again for your ongoing support.