The woods take on many guises over the course of a year. Just during the last week changes have been dramatic and beautiful and at times weird. Today the overladen branches had shed their loads from the top branches making spiky effects on the broader panoramic views. But deeper within the shelter of the thicker woodland the scene remained eccentric and sometimes unsettling. Oak leaves on the top of snow remind you that they lose their leaves later than many but rarely later than this kind of snow happens.
Having given up on both walking and driving all the way to Blacka, the bus was now an option. Getting off at Piper House left me in snow over the top of my Muck Boots (a superior wellington). It didn't get much easier so not recommended for anyone who has not got two tennis rackets to strap to the feet. 
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