Singe Track Road
One 4×4 had made it down the steep Deerleap road from the top of the Mendip Hills in Somerset. Just around the corner the snow was 4 foot deep but they pushed on through. Looking up the hill winter had clearly taken grip.
The hardy sheep just keep easting.
The ancient standing stones mark the distance a deep can leap. Perhaps just not today.
With snow still falling the landscape was white.
The cattle took shelter under the largest hawthorn they could find.
The picnic site was empty.
At the top of the Mendip Hills the whole of Somerset had turned white.
The wind whistled around the dry-stone walls.