Beyond our neighbours’ frosted washing lines,
Their silvered slates and chimney-pots,
Our borderland begins …
Make what you can of it, for no one knows
What story’s told by winter-misted hills.
Douglas Dunn – Northlight 1988
Fawcett Hill
Looking west from Fawcett Hill
Towards Beaufront Woodhead from Fawcett Hill
No way through to Beaufront Hill Head
northumbrian : light 
That’s quite a blanket of snow. You have really gotten blasted over there the past few days. Good for you for taking advantage of it.
It was fun while it lasted – fortunately the power and water stayed on throughout. Now that the thaw has set in it all looks a bit sad and gloomy 😦
Goodness, that’s way more snow than I’ve seen for years, Robin!
Certainly the most we have had since we moved here 23 years ago and some not so far away have had lots more. Regardless of the thaw, I think our golf course in the high Pennines will be covered for quite some time 😦 The trial of living in the far north Sue 🙂
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That snow does make for great shots, Robin. That first bit of time during and after snow falls is so beautiful. The melting and mud–not so much. But I’ll put up with the second for the first.
janet
Thanks Janet, I agree, like all good things, it is sad when it ends. I always have next year’s Christmas card in mind when I am out and about in such conditions 🙂