Survivors.

Blip alerted me that I was approaching the significant number of 730 - two years' worth of pictures (it has taken me a little longer than two years to get here, but hey, I made it!)

I had my shot planned, and out into the snow I went (still plenty of virgin snow in the garden, in fact another couple of inches have arrived over the course of the day), armed with a wooden spoon and a fish slice, the handles of which I was going to use to carve a message of celebration.

But, guess what?  It's the wrong kind of snow!!  All fluffy and crumbly, I could not get a nice smooth line and it was just a mess. If the vestiges are still there when the postman hikes up tomorrow (bless him for going the extra hundred yards for us), he will probably think we've gone a bit funny in the head from being cut off for three days.  Maybe we have ...

Anyway, the back door hellebores are gradually emerging from the drift, more or less unscathed, to feature once again, and maybe not for the last time .....