Not quite making it to the woods

 

 Didn't get to the woods. I tried. Really tried. But was thwarted. Taking too many photographs. Getting carried away on the way there. My battery died and didn't bring a spare. Stupid girl. The snow was so deep. I was wading up to my thighs. Was only fun for a while. It started getting dark and I'd barely done half a mile. Was on my own and a little afaid of falling over and getting stuck and being eaten by wolves. Or gruffaloes. Gave up and went to look for bread instead. Not in the woods though.



Narnia

Today has felt disjointed. Not right. Like living in one of those dreams in which you are certain you're awake. But then you wake up. It was wrong from the moment I actually did wake. No sounds. Then a bird attempted a tweet. I looked outside to check I was awake. That made it worse. 18 inches of snow changes everything. Literally. It's still autumn. The apple tree two gardens beyond mine has frozen red apples shining out from white. White. Everywhere. Brave orange leaves. White. Wrong. Everything has stopped. Apart from people. Walking down the middle of the main road was the only way to get anywhere. It became a path. Impassable even for sledges. Knee high. Thigh high. Everywhere was new. So beautiful. Still. I traditionally hate snow. But today was magical. Tomorrow it will be intolerable again. Narnia. I did expect Mr Tumnus to turn up at any given point. Might brave the woods tomorrow....or maybe I'll get back to normal and have a little rant about something instead....