Let it Snow
First Snow of Winter
Christmas is never over, unless you want it to be. And nothing keeps Christmas going better than some snow.
I was waking the rest of the house up at half passed six again; heading up the hill to see catch the sunrise. A special sunrise because the weather forecast had promised snow.
The Lynchcombe sycamores providing the foreground to a view across the Somerset Levels to Glastonbury Tor.
It was a time of two worlds: the cold snow world up in the Mendip Hills; and the warm green world of the Somerset Levels.
The low sun stretches across the fields below.
The village of Westbury-sub-Mendip was about to wake up.
Away from the green of The levels the Mendips were covered in snow. A black and white world.
The outline of the nine barrows providing the only break to the white.