It's still really snowy here. I walked up the hill on Christmas Day, hoping to get some lovely shots of the snow-filled valley, but in fact it was very foggy at my intended vantage point. Somewhat lower down the slopes, there were quite a few people out sledging and ski-ing, which is something we can rarely do in this country on Christmas Day. I'm not sure whether they were working up an appetite for lunch or working off the effects of lunch. Either way, it beats snoozing in front of the TV. (Plenty of time for that later!)
Since today, the day after Christmas, is St Stephen's Day, the snow seems very apt, reminding us of the carol:
"Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the feast of Stephen,
when the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even."
The carol recalls a legend based on the life of the historical Saint Wenceslaus, the Duke of Bohemia (907-935). How strange that we should be singing about him all these hundreds of years later.