Out walking with Gemma, the snow wasn't so much tumbling and swirling as being driven straight into
your face, in a sort of sandblast technique.

It's a lovely wood to walk in albeit very surreal with the accompanying sculptures. It always
seems to have a spectoral and melancholy feel to it.

Another shot from the same walk. My typical perspective, stopping to take a photo whilst the
other two wander off without me.