One day, shortly before Christmas, Durham found itself covered in a blanket of snow. It came billowing down all morning and afternoon, transforming the town into a Dickensian novel. I found it heart-lightening to don warm boots and a raincoat and walk through the town taking snaps. There's nothing quite as nice as sitting in your bedroom with a cup of tea warming your hands, watching thick, powdery puffs of snow come falling down.
By evening it had been washed away by rain, as if it had never existed.
Such a nice view! Happy holidays!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Happy Christmas to you!
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