Snow Comes to Totleigh-in-the-Wold. . .

Our front door here at Totliegh-in-the-Wold yesterday evening while the snow still fell.

The scene that greeted us this morning out our library window at the rear of the house toward the woods.

Well Sir, we've had a real dose of winter here at Totleigh-in-the-Wold during the last couple of days, and, apparently, there is more on the way later in the week. Nothing toy soldierly, but I thought it would be fun to share a couple of photographs and an old seasonal illustration before getting back to that pile of student essays which seem even higher than the pile of snow by our mailbox out along the road.

-- Stokes

And it wouldn't be December without an Edwardian Father Christmas in contrast to the ubiquitous red-clothed 1940s Coca-Cola Santa Claus that has taken over just about everywhere. I'll happily take the older, more variegated versions of Saint Nick like this one.

Comments

The Good Soldier Svjek said…

Brr ! - very seasonal , grey , mild and damp in U.K. , Tony

2:32 PM

Independentwargamesgroup said…

Well it looks like you got our snow Stokes. It is unseasonably warm in Northern England, which although very nice, is also very disconcerting.

4:08 PM

Matt said…

A lovely scene!

4:44 PM

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