Nina Nixon

Journal

I'm Nina, a photographer, film maker and forever wanderer.  Passionate about nature, the great outdoors and all of life's adventures.  This is the place where I keep all my 'field notes'

Winter

All words and photography © Nina Nixon

When is it too late to say 'Happy New Year?'.

I guess (technically) we are still in January so if it's cool with you and you're happy to let it slip that it might be just over a month since I last wrote a blog post (all good intentions put to one side) then I'm happy to think it out loud.

We do get some pretty extreme weather up here on these hills.

That's not the reason why I've been absent for so long (again). The kitchen renovations are still dragging on (blah, blah...same old!).  

No, the reason why I mention it is because the weekend saw us knee deep in snow.  In a good way.

We waited all day, in anticipation that it would arrive.  And by teatime the softest of flakes had started to fall.  We're not normally 'curtain twitchers' but how could you not when you know it was snowing outside.  Heading to bed that evening was a hard task, but the excitement of waking up to twelve hours of freshly fallen snow was worth it.

The snow in the village was good, but not good enough to have a sledging fest. So dragging ourselves, with all our gear and heading up high was a no brainer. It's not so difficult when you live amongst them.  You just have to brace yourself for a hike.

The only snow we have left now is on the tops of the hills.  You can see where it's piled up against the drystone walls, snaking its way along the boundaries of neighbouring fields.

We still have high hopes we will see a few more days of snow.  And if it falls in time for the weekend, so much more the better.