Camouflage

Heather wasn't keen on letting Casper spend too much time lying around in the snow, even though I pointed out their natural habitat is pretty much like this all the time, so this had to be a quick blip. He's spoilt rotten and 'doesn't do the cold' apparently.

Off to visit friends this evening in deepest darkest Harthill. If we've got the snow bad here, then I can imagine it's only going to be worse out there as it seems to get the worst of any bad weather. Hope the gritters have been out doing their job.