Snow came to Silverdale, an unusual occurrence.
I’d been up for a while, catching up on some red-ink dispersion, but was now heading for those woods on the skyline, to catch the sunrise. I should really have set off earlier; twenty minutes before the sun came up the clouds were suffused with a pink glow which I didn’t have a decent vantage point to photograph.
When the sun did finally rise, it was obscured by the clouds on the eastern horizon. I suppose I could have waited, but my toes were cold, I had places to be (well a place – Cartmell – to collect B from a night away with his team-mates), and if I had stayed put, I would have missed the spectacle of the sun appearing through the snow-rimmed trees…
As I’ve noted before, coming back down the hill creates an illusion of a second sunrise…
And with that, astonishingly, I’m up to date.
Feels a bit weird.
Beating The Bounds 
I can’t remember the last time I saw snow at home. Even missing some fresh stuff out here in the Alps! I’m way behind with the blog. Lots of smugness to catch up on 🙂
A very silvery Silverdale!
Some great photos there, the snow offers something even a clear sunny day can’t compete with.
Thanks! Snow is so unusual here that when I look at the photo of the village from above it seems like a picture of a completely different place.