One of those perfect rambles in the woods in Lanark - Sunday was a day so perfect and snowy and still, that I cannot find the right words to describe it properly here. The Lanark Highlands are always breathtaking, in any weather and at any time of year, but Saturday's snowfall had given my woodland a beauty which is beyond mere words. On Sunday morning, the air was crisp and fresh, full of the fragrance of cedar, spruce and new fallen snow, and my ramble was perfect in every way. On days like these, I know in my blood and bones why I live in the north - I simply could not live anywhere else.
One of those perfect rambles in the woods in Lanark - Sunday was a day so perfect and snowy and still, that I cannot find the right words to describe it properly here. The Lanark Highlands are always breathtaking, in any weather and at any time of year, but Saturday's snowfall had given my woodland a beauty which is beyond mere words. On Sunday morning, the air was crisp and fresh, full of the fragrance of cedar, spruce and new fallen snow, and my ramble was perfect in every way. On days like these, I know in my blood and bones why I live in the north - I simply could not live anywhere else.
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These pictures are so incredibly beautiful! :) *smile*
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