I have to admit to being a little grumpy this morning when I woke. A quick look outside told me that nothing had changed from the day before and that I would be on foot to Busbiehill. Don't get me wrong I love walking but it's time consuming and I was hoping to spend time today at the easel. It was also bitter cold but fortunately I had not long bought myself a new pair of walking boots and they performed very well gripping the icy road...so I could march on without fear of landing on me bum lol. It really didn't take long for my demeanour to change. There is something about the magic of snow that touches your soul and instead of freezing it heats your heart till you just can't help but smile. Time literary stood still as I drunk in the views before me and although I missed out today at the easel ideas have been formed deep in my mind. I had my camera with me and thought I'd share with you all some of what I saw.
Who would have thought a metal gate could be transformed to something so pretty.
Arrived at the top of Busbiehill where an eager to get out Tara was waiting for me.