With our road impassable, we walk up over our land to the village, to see how the other roads are, and of course to get the bread. Seeing the centre of the village, we know we are going nowhere.
Actually, we are so glad that we are here, to see and to photograph the scenes and the birds that have now arrived, in the worst weather here since 1956. We walked home cross country, all was so quiet, and the snow was still falling, visibility was so bad that we nearly passed our neighbours by, not recognising them, but the trees looked so ghostly that we had to capture the moment.
The end of our first day, snowed in, and it's time to throw logs on the wood burner and hunker down, with a good bottle of red wine!