Countryside.

I had to collect a parcel this morning, and on the way home I made a small detour in order to take a few photos. 
The temperatures have remained stubbornly below freezing all day. The windchill making it feel like -7C. 
Other parts of the country have had heavy snowfalls and a lot of disruption. Here there are snow flurries from time to time, some like mini blizzards, but as soon as it appears that  it is becoming a "whiteout" situation, it gradually returns to clearer skies, and a snatch of sunlight. 
March arrives tomorrow, but there is no sign yet of winter loosening  it's grip.
    Edward Thomas's  poem "Thaw" expresses for me all I feel about the end of February. 
Here is an extract :

" Over the land freckled with snow half thawed,
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from the elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we could not see, Winter pass."