Back in November I posted a foggy blog after an autumnal morning walk (you can see it here). So this is part 2. The season has changed, but the walk is the same. It was a cold morning, my breath hanging in the air. A familiar walk becomes very different when veiled by the fog.
Photos taken on my iPhone 5s with the vscocam app.
Me and Hannah haven't been out for a Friday walk for a while. It turns out we chose rather a good day to stomp. We have a favourite path we take. It's about an hour long - a climb up the heather covered hill, follow the path that runs between the silver birch, and then drop into the beech trees, with the perfect place to stop for a cup of tea. It sets us up for the day to come. There was a frost, and the grass underfoot and the delicate leaves were sparkling. It really did look like icing sugar. We were both taking photos and chatting about the weekend, when we felt little flecks of snow on our cheeks. We walked a little further, and as we walked, the flakes increased, and the valley was thrown into a silent white. For a few moments, everything still. Then as quickly as it started, it stopped, leaving behind a dusting on the leaves, the boughs, and our hats. When it snows, everything seems lighter.
A dreamy Friday walk.
To the leaf kickers, the wind in your hair thrill seekers, the sand in your hands and the grass beneath your feeters. The outdoor wanderlust types or the stay at home cosy mites. The tree huggers and the big kiss on the cheekers, the wild things in the woods and the sofa surfers.
To the movers and shakers, the hand holders and dream makers. The puddle jumpers and the meadow runners, the grass stalkers and dusk walkers.
Thank you for your support in 2015, and for letting us into your lives. Here are just a few of the moments we shared last year.
Sarah & Suzi xx
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