Glorious snowfall during a week in the Peak District, the stuff of childhood memories. Though I did make the mistake of going for a walk on the ridge, marvelling at the falling snow in the sparkling sunlight for about half an hour, before realising it was not going to stop and I could quite possibly get stuck. Which would be quite a way to go. This picture was done from within the safety of the bunkhouse. There's some hardy cows behind that gate.