“There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every sp

Minus 1C and dropping. Itza luverly. Dry, crisp and bright. Winter as it should be. Went for walk in Sheringham Park. One little sycamore seed. No-one about except for an old boy taking his compost to his allotment.