Meet Rufus

He's the one with light brown hair, a bright red scarf, and a broad grin.   I'm not quite sure why Harry named him Rufus - the only Rufus he knows is a very bad tempered and rather aggressive Jack Russell Terrier.

Out of the gate and look right

Then look left

Further along the road leading to the village

We couldn't resist the call of the snow, so before breakfast George and I put our snow boots on and headed off to enjoy the beauty of the landscape.   I make the most of the fresh stuff while I can!

A hug and an apple for Arnold, who was busy watching Harry 

I'm pretty safe on fresh snow, once it gets compacted, or freezes and thaws, etc, then no matter how hi-tech my footwear I am very liable to fall.  The size of my feet you would think I'd be pretty stable.

The Great Eau!

The tiny cottage with the red door

I took dozens of photographs, but I won't bore you with them all.  Suffice to say it was a wonderful walk, cold, refreshing and very beautiful.  

I never cease to be amazed at how the snow transforms the most ordinary of things into something really beautiful.  

Now I just need it to disappear as quickly as it came.  Fingers crossed!

Tonight I shall sit by the fire and use some of this delicious-looking wool which someone was kind enough to give me.  It is a couple of years since I last tried my hand at knitting, or crochet, come to that!  I wonder where these wonderful colours and textures will lead me.