Walking in the snow

My feet got cold very fast indeed; the sort of cold that hurts and almost feels quite numb at the same time...you know the feeling when you wake in the night and can't find your hand and arm because you've been lying on them for heaven knows how long...yes, that feeling. The warming-up process was rapid and for some strange reason, enjoyable. I liken it to swimming in the North Sea in the depths of winter with little but my sense of humour, a grimace and the longing for lard. In fact, I enjoyed it so much, I did it again and again (walking in the snow, not swimming in the murky depths of the North Sea) until I decided that at 53, I ought to perhaps stop frolicking in the snow and actually do something remotely productive, like eating and sorting my knicker drawer.


Yes this is very short and very sweet and at some stage, when time permits, I will provide you with a little tour of the garden.

With love and kindness always.

Namaste

Annie

#walkinginsnow