If the arrival of the snow was like magic then its departure is like magic too, albeit of a slower, more messy variety.
After three and a half near solid weeks of white it's pretty fabulous to see what's underneath again.
I just couldn't resist taking these snaps from the train as we rushed by fields saturated with, if not colour, at any rate hue. Well, at least those that weren't just plain saturated with water.
These guys have the only white stuff I'm interested in right now.
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