Mr Pheasant's Footprints

Today's the day ...................... for pretty snow

Readers of this journal will be well aware of how much I hate the white stuff.  I even have trouble calling it by its correct name?!

But if I have to endure it (and quite frankly, I would be perfectly happy to spend the rest of my natural without ever seeing it again) then the sort that we woke up to this morning, is probably as good as it gets.  By that I mean, nice crisp stuff that is not too deep and not too icy so that you slip and break a body part.  The sort that enhances the landscape and gives it a new shape - that shows off bits you've never noticed before.

And if it is accompanied by a gloriously blue sky (see extra), then I can just about put up with it ..........................