For the first time this winter, we in Malvern went to bed with icy snowflakes falling to a wet earth an hour before midnight. I was convinced it wouldn't settle amongst the 'low country' places of Malvern, though I suspected that daybreak would bring with it a view of frosted hills.
And I wasn't wrong. Just after 8am, I hiked over the soaked fields not far from where I live, ignoring the rude 'squelching' of my boots as I heaved each step from the mud, to take a snap from a location that offers a great panorama of the Malverns when viewed from the north.
As a decorator, I've spilled white emulsion paint before. It struck me that some malicious giant in the service of Jack Frost had emptied his bucket and rolled the paint into the high ground sometime after midnight, or whether the famous artist Christo has returned from the dead and draped white sheets over the Malverns, in a similar manner to draping bright pink sheets around the island off Miami in 1983. Fanciful stuff, of course, and just the sort of absurdity to delight my nephews perhaps.
If you took any snaps of the Malvern Hills, then why not share them?