Cold Cushion

One of these glorious sharp winter mornings complete with the arrival of a blanket of snow. up early, walking the dog through fresh powdery snow; it was between ankle and knee deep (not sure what that is in centimetres). And there were some wonderful views around.

The patio chairs had acquired cushions. Lovely, fluffy white cushions. 'Have a seat' they were saying. 'Relax.' Didn't fool me.