Winter walks

Who goes there?

In the recent snow, I've been rather taken by the number of prints that I've come across.

I suppose that little creatures can usually creep about a garden or a field without leaving a trace (or, at least, not a trace to my untrained eye) but the snow gives them away...

They're calling it Alpine Britain

Maggie and I wouldn't know much about that because we worked (or I worked and she radiator worshipped) inside all day and haven't yet ventured out into the cold. But it looked like a beautiful day. Streaming sunshine gave everything in the house an added sparkle. Even spoons.

Also, praise be, it's 5 o'clock and it's not pitch black yet. It's the most perfect peachy mauve.