baby it's cold outside...

Snow sneaks up on you.  A white blanket tossed over the landscape in the night that muffles and mutes the dawn.  The first you know is an alien brightness sneaking behind the curtains.

Some like it hot. Me - my favourite days are when the sky's a big frown over the mountains and it's cold enough to set your teeth on edge.    A little cottage in the hamlet of Batlow nestled in the foothills of Australia's Snowy Mountains is Winterbank. My very own land of earthy pursuits and otherwordly creations...

Clouds roil out of the valleys in winter with a seemingly Tolkien touch and and the sky yawns awake in glorious vastness.

The frosts harden and the land slumbers but it seems birds never sleep.  They are constantly vigilant for larder opportunities...