Just when I thought that spring was around the corner, the cold moved in and decided to make itself comfortable. We received a beautiful covering of snow three days ago. Our first. This storm caused the roads through Dartmoor to be closed, cutting us off for 24 hours. Not a single person came up the track. The clouds were low that day and visibility almost nil, so our venturing out was somewhat limited. The whole scene had a sepia tone to it.
That was Friday. On Saturday and Sunday, crowds of people from surrounding lower-lying areas that had received rain rather than snow arrived to go sledding, and give us headaches with their litter, noise and shocking inability to read signs (more than a few people blocked us in as they parked directly in front of our gate with its posted “no parking” message).
We have the place to ourselves again, so set out for a hike behind our house. Drifts of snow abut tufts of ice-covered grass and rocks, dramatic skies and the climbs up to the tors combined to make one of the most beautiful winter scenes. This week’s blog is a photo essay of our first snow at Crockern. We are awaiting more of the fluffy white stuff tomorrow.