The best thing about the snow is that it cuts down my options: there is no possibility of slacklining, walking, cycling or gardening, and the roads are too dangerous for trivial trips for gallivanting purposes. This makes it so much easier to stay in and write.
Yesterday, after working hard all morning, I was desperate for fresh air, so I walked down to the village to get some milk…
I enjoyed the walk so much, that I went for second one, and had a chat with my mother (in my head) about my career. She was very encouraging.
The biggest fattest bummer about the snow is that I have a sledge, and we are surrounded by suitably hilly fields, and my grandsons live only 15 miles away, but the roads are too icy for them to come over and go sledging with me.
2 comments:
Lovely photos!
Thanks, Ise. x
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