Snow, at last. In fact stinging hail at the point we decided to go for a walk. Higher on the hills there is a covering of snow, cleansing and refining the damp depressed grasses of winter and on the tops reflecting light back to the sun when it breaks spasmodically from the snow shower clouds. These clouds roll with speed and unexpected ferocity to drench the unwary who do not look behind them for today's prevailing weather.
A dog, released from the indoor captivity of the last few wet and miserable days, bounds joyously into the heather and grass to roll in the snow and hail that is lying between the tussocks. The dog, free of its confines, rushes to lap ice-cold water from streams, bogs and ditches full of the rains of the last few weeks. A snow shower advances but the dog happily trots on, shaking flakes from its coat. Only when the wind whips hail stones into its face does the dog consider it time to seek a place of shelter.
Yesterday (17th) was a day to hunker down by the fire, to look at photos of summer bright plants from years ago.
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