In the snow lane

The snow last night didn't amount to much here in town, but there was a good covering on the hills a few miles away. Motivated by the nagging thought that this could be the only snow this winter, and also just because to be honest I still find snow as fascinating and wonderful as I did when I was five, I got the train to Church Stretton and walked up from the station into the hills, where I spent several hours just contentedly wandering along the lanes and over the hills, with the snow squeaking and crunching under my boots.