…happened. It’s not news anymore, at least not if you’re in the UK, but I did enjoy a rather splendid afternoon, all the mud on the trails is now frozen solid… an opportunity not to be missed. And snow, there was snow.
Wonderful clarity of light once the first band of snow moved through. Biting cold wind…
..strong enough to scour the cliff-top trails of all but a thin layer of compacted snow. Powerful gusts.
looking west from Hells Mouth.
The snow was very dry so plenty of grip from the fat tyres on my ECR.. although a little care was needed in the gale force wind.
I didn’t meet a soul. Surprise.
Love the palette of snow and that incredible turquoise ocean.
Things were a little snowier on the trails inland. There’s a bike in there somewhere. Just like being back in Canada, albeit a bit warmer.
Sheltered bridlepaths were lovely. I spent a few hours enjoying the peace and quiet of snow-muffled trails
.. and felt lucky to stumble across the perfect spot for a rest.