The “Beast from the East” is back. Not being quite as beastly as it was a couple of weeks ago.
I opened the kitchen window this morning to a snowed in world again.
Thro the open living room window flake-awake snow flew flurries straight onto my face.
Up in the silver birch were 12 stoical starlings (and a couple of other smaller birds)
I took some vids of the starlings chatter chittering away together (will look at them later to see if a little film might be possible)
In the afternoon I’m walking out the backend of Buckfastleigh on the lane towards Hapstead, with soft swirls of snow still falling, finessing, and filigreeing the trees and bushes.
Oodles of freshly laid snow powder puffing the hedgerows.
The snow reforming everywhere near and far into re-enchantments of light white.