An overnight dump of snow has transformed the surroundings. My car, which I shall not be moving today, is under four inches of the white stuff. 
The back garden looks neat and tidy for the first time in months. I put out the usual ground feed and the select seeds on the bird table. Within minutes the blackbirds are fighting over the oats, and the coal tits are raiding the seeds.
The morning slips away.
I eventually decide on a walk. I am lucky I can reach the countryside directly from my doorstep without using the car. I have no real plan. I walk past the cricket pitch. The road, where cars have passed, is easier to use than the rutted pavement. Up ‘Mile Lane’ is my usual route. 
I hear the joyful cries of children long before I see them sledging down the field.
Even in the semi-urban landscape, there are sheep struggling for survival.
Someone has been out early in the park and built an igloo. I used to do that and sleep out for the night in the garden. 
Everyone is in a chatty mood, so progress is slow. Hence I decide on a short loop around the reservoir rather than the longer fell road, which I did yesterday. From up here, there are views across the valley to Beacon Fell and the Bowland Fells (in cloud).
I peek into Craig Y and share a picture of it on its Facebook page.
As I wander back through the streets, more snow is in the air. It won’t be good if it freezes tonight. 
Around the corner, a friend, JD, is building a snowman for his grandchildren. 
All jolly good fun.
