The view from my first floor landing, Olympus jammed against the window frame and the flash turned off, a few moments ago… proper snow in South Oxfordshire – a rare event.
There’s something rather eerie about the yellow of the street lights on the snow… or maybe that’s just the effect of the book of HP Lovecraft short stories I have been reading. Could the snow herald the arrival of some vile squamous beast from another dimension? Probably not. But I might build a snow Cthulhu tomorrow just to be on the safe side.