Just when we thought the winter was behind us. Wet snow stormed.
Luckily I was wearing my Icelandic wintercoat. The warmest, windstopperist, best I ever had.
Just when we thought the winter was behind us. Wet snow stormed.
Luckily I was wearing my Icelandic wintercoat. The warmest, windstopperist, best I ever had.
It was cold outside but the sun already has some strength. Oh no, winter has just begun. We still have January and February to live through.
View from the Dorkwerd bridge over the van Starkenborghkanaal which has a covering of large ice sheets.
Yes, the new house means new walking routines. Dorkwerd is on the trail now.
In the field next to the spooky farm (where I once saw the female farmer with a scythe over her shoulder walk in the twilight) there were some sheep grazing.
The snow is melting fast but in the shadowier parts there is still some snow and ice, frozen land.
In the last remains of the once large section of meadows on the university site a farming tool was left along the barbed wire.