flurry of activity

great huge white flakes of wet snow hurried to the ground as we ambled about the old village town of Much Wenlock. Fingers chilled, cheeks pinched by the icy cold wind. I've experienced much colder days but there's something about the dampness of an English winter that bites. Busy back at the in-laws, food being prepared, and us collecting our things together ready to be packed up. The next leg of our holiday trip begins in the morning with a drive east to Norfolk, then south and on to Mum's.