Feeling determined to get as many visits to the nearby hills in as possible before the snow melts I caught a train down to Church Stretton and arrived at about five thirty - not leaving much daylight but just enough to get up Ragleth Hill, get my trusty thermos of coffee out, appreciate the view, appreciate also exactly how cold and windy it was and also how it was starting to get dark, and set off back down.
On the way back I saw these incredible snowdrifts along the side of a country lane - there's nothing in the photo to give a sense of scale but the tallest parts were about six feet deep. It was quite dark by this time but the snow was ideal for making an improvised camera rest and using timer to get a steady shot.
My blip for this date last year shows people queuing for ice cream in the park in temperatures that had nudged into the 20s.. I wonder what March 25th next year will bring?!