A walk in a Siberian wilderness

A walk in a Siberian wilderness or at least that is what it felt like. The trees were white, but not white with snow they were white with frost from the freezing fog, the fields white with fallen snow.

I took the same walk as yesterday, only this time I went to the end of the country lane. could have carried on as the muddy tracks no frozen or will be with a few more days of subzero temperature, but I was feeling tired, it was late afternoon and the light was fading I decided to turn around and head back.

An afternoon walk in a storm

setting sun

This morning a storm hit, gale force winds and very heavy rain.

This afternoon I decided I would go out for a walk in the countryside in the storm.

It was a bit hairy to say the least.

The wind was howling through the trees. Branches were snapping off.

As I walked under a tree, I did wonder would a heavy branch come crashing down on my head. Temping fate.

Thick black snow clouds came scudding in, but they passed as quickly as they arrived.

The sun was setting as I set off. Now it was getting dark.

It was only a few degrees above zero, wind chill made it much lower.

I walked almost to the top of a hill and was almost blown away. My head was numb with the cold.

Walking back, I thought of Santiago conjuring up the wind. [see The Alchemist]

Wind speeds locally:

Skegness 67 mph
Cranwell 60 mph