The day after the White Stuff fell
I ventured to the coastline, seeing the sea at its bluest, contrasted with the snowy white cliff tops. There were lots of people out enjoying the fresh air and the cold temperatures. The queues at the local coffee kiosk were looking healthy. I added my patronage.
First Wander of 2026
I wandered the streets in awe of the beautiful white blanket covering everything. My eyes were caught by pops of colour from road signs, people wrapped up in big winter coats navigating the quiet streets. The sky often lost all detail and became a large grey blanket overhead, bathing everything a soft, gentle low light.