Actually, it cameth about ten days ago, November 24 to be precise. We woke up to a bit of a chill. I crawled out of bed and pulled open the curtains.
“It’s snowing!” I cried with boyish enthusiasm.
“My throat hurts!” Emma lied shamelessly.
We agreed, as part of our new “discretion is the better part of valour” philosophy, that there was no sense in courting disaster by wandering out into the raging snow flurry.
When the next day rolled around, though, it was still snowing (sort of), and we realised there was no denying the change in seasons. We shimmied into our woolen underwear, pulled on our gloves and balaclavas, and headed out into the elements.
Snow patterns in the dunes
By the time we made it to the wall, there wasn’t a lot of snow left (there wasn’t a whole lot to begin with). But it looked pretty, and better still, the north wind gave Emma an excuse to show off her new winter wardrobe.
Do these colours suit me?
The last traces of snow on the crest of the wall
The last rose of summer, I loved it!! Emma it is sooooo you! Love M
if that is Emma showing off her new winter woolies – which way is she facing??
Great pics as usual!
Emma-you look sexy, girl!
Emma, you look like a tall version of Kenny. Be careful!! Mike