Within the White

The snow today meant everything was layered in white. The air was very still so the snow stayed on the branches and became barely discernible against the white sky.

I was so lucky to have a reason to be able to experience this day at Wave Hill, which never looked lovelier.

A smaller-than-usual group of intrepid spinners came and brought colour into this whitest of days. We declared that the only thing missing was a fireplace next to which we could dry our skeins.

And after four hours of wooly fun, we went back into the wide, white world.