Snowy days

Snow has been falling over the last two days, and we’ve been treated to some astonishing skies and sunrises.

The sun is coming up around 8.40 am at this time of the year. The last few mornings have been very pink.

The reflection on the snowy croft has turned everything this incredible rosy hue. These images aren’t altered at all. Like raspberry sugar. It’s beautiful.

As we ate breakfast the pink glow faded and the steely grey of a snow-heavy sky took over. It’s been snowing gently but steadily ever since. Every now and then we’d get the clouds clearing and bright bursts of blue sky emerging.

It was a day of working indoors and baking bread. Husband built shelves into the laundry cupboard so that we could begin the long process of unpacking towels and bedding, washing and drying them, and at last putting them away.

I used the day to start the two day process of making rye bread, as I had rye flour that needed using up. Rye bread is a slow proofing bread, dense and dark. It hardly rises at all. It’s not for everyone, but we like it’s taste and texture.

I just love snowy days, and the process of wintering. Slow days with no pressure. Big fires. Candles. Cups of tea. Books. Planning for our growing this year. Losing hours watching the snow and the long vistas across the water to Knoydart.

Learning to live in our new home.