I want to dig out the cars before the rugby starts.
I also wanted to go for a walk.
So I headed up to Baldovan this morning.
I walked around a field that had pristine snow more than 18in deep.
Walking through snow is energy sapping.
I persevered and made it to the place I usually stop for coffee.
Only to discover the coffee I had brought with me was no longer with me.
So off I went, retracing my steps.
I found my coffee at the place I took my first photo.
At least I found it, and it was still hot, despite being buried in snow.

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