Such deep snow in Sussex this weekend. I don't remember the last time I saw so much.
Wonderful to walk in, the lovely crump noise of the snow compacting underfoot.
The blobs of snow that flick away from the end of your boots as you walk.
The muffled sounds the world makes when it's blanketed in snow.
I pitied the poor birds, desperate for any scrap thrown out for them.
The woods were silent apart from the odd bird calling out.
Excellent weather for spotting animal and bird tracks. I followed the looping trail of a fox, who was chasing rabbits. He managed to catch one too - an upsetting red splash on the snow. All those tales of the wood which are normally invisible become obvious when they have a white background.
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