This time last year we were looking at houses for sale online. One I particularly liked was a bungalow near the motorway (I know…) with a larger than average garden. The house had been photographed on a clear and frosty day and everything looked rather nice.
It sold fast, that bungalow. I’m not surprised, considering what nice frost it had.
But you know what? Yesterday I discovered I live in a house with such a frosty, sunny garden (and the distance to the motorway is more favourable), and it felt Christmassy in an almost Scandi kind of way. (I find Scandi a most useful new adjective, btw.)
Here is the view from our Ice Cube, towards the end of this sunny winter’s day. The end, because the main fly in the ointment was a bad head, which didn’t totally appreciate the clear blue sky, except as an abstract concept.
And I suppose it would have been stupid to buy a house purely for the weather in which the photos had been taken.