The last half mile of yesterday’s walk brought snow, in light flurries to begin with. For thirty-six hours it fell, frequently a swirling white-out though with occasional breaks. Early this afternoon I kitted up: wellies, merino skinware, layers of down, fleece and cagoule. Leaving Jasper at home – he’d be literally out of his depth where I was headed – I mostly retraced my steps. There were lanes and moors I never ventured yesterday, woods and fields I passed over today, but enough overlap for these pictures to show a world transformed. What a difference a day makes.