............. rather than the more pretentious 'transformed' and therefore in keeping with the new American vocabulary. Something milder suggests that things are still the same underneath but I won't extend the political analogy.
The landscape under snow both hides and reveals. A well cropped field or swathe of parkland can show unrelieved white, almost painfully. Blacka's heather has not been burned, perhaps for a century or more, and is therefore an expanse of shrubbery or leggy heather. The snow draws attention to this as the surface becomes lumpy with twigs and branches pushing through.
But the woodland this week has been the place to be.
My favourite woodland is the area near Stony Ridge dominated by splendid Alders and Scots Pines.
This is an intriguing place, surrounded by the undesirable rhododendron like a besieging army, but once penetrated is a magical haven. More than one person has been reminded of C S Lewis's "The Lion The Witch and Wardrobe".
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