Well at home this morning the snow had all but gone. It was as if nothing had fallen just 24 hours before. But desperate for a bit of Alpine scenery we headed onto the sloped of the Mendip Hills. Less than 8 miles as the crow flies but a completely different world. The snow was melting in the warm sun, but it had come down in such a dollop, it was still very much in evidence. Not too much to say about snow, but a couple of images to remind me of the day Somerset came to a stanstill.
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