Top of the Village

The view from our bedroom window this morning. A couple of hours later, when the snow seemed to have stopped and the sky in the distance was brightening, we went off in search of a brisk, chilly walk. At the bottom of the village, the snow had gone and the fields were lush green.  Even the Campsies were icing frosted rather than white.  No wonder the Met Office can't get things right, when half a mile makes such a difference!

Anyway, the walk at Drumpellier was lovely.  Obviously it led to a toastie for lunch at M&S, but that's only fair. Sets me up for an afternoon reading!