4 March 2018
Walking In The Air
The snow in this corner of Wiltshire has all but thawed. The field has turned into a slushy, muddy quagmire so Rick and I kept to the estate paths this morning. At 5 degrees it feels positively balmy outside.
It was very quiet so Rick was on best behaviour and trotted alongside me like a good dog; I’m sure he missed not being able to run loose in the field.
There were a few heaps of snow where it had been cleared from pathways and I came across this poor, melting snowman. He looked very sad. I shall be humming Aled Jones’ Walking in the Air for the rest of the day now.