A Touch of Frost

the pretend melt

Thanks to a not particularly excellent end to 2009, including my Dad having his hip replaced and getting a free heart-attack into the bargain, my poor Wronicles have been sorely neglected.   Poor Wronicles.  So, to begin 2010 in a blogoriffic way, I think it's time to start the ABC-along: 2010 Edition.

Well, kind of...  as I'm already cheating, albeit in a completely cunning and creative way...  So, welcome to A Touch of Frost.  (See what I did there? Huh?  Huh?  Am I amazingly devious and deviceful, or what?!  Yeah, okay, so I'm reaching already...)

So, after what was pretty much a Year of Suck, I spent the last weeks of the 2009 and the first of 2010 in the haven that is my parents home in Scotland.  (My Dad, btw, is well on the road to recovery, thank the stars.)  Haven and very nearly hermitage, thanks to the snow, though.  Lots and lots of snow.  The first morning after I arrived home I attempted to go into the nearest town from the village and was presented with a veritable blanket of the white stuff:

9am and the sun is just rising over a snowy landscape

And it only got worse...  It was very pretty though, if you didn't mind not being able to go anywhere!  But, armed as I was with my trusty little camera, I did manage to get some arty-farty photos in the can!  My favourites being of the type belonging to the following strain:

footprints in the snow

I love this photo - taken on some freshly fallen snow at the back door of my DS's house, it looks like blackbird tracks but in the style of a book of dancing steps.  (One, two, three, turn with the left foot, two, three, back, two, three...)  But where there are birds, you'll also find the neighbourhood cats...

Doesn't look like he was successful, though...