This morning the thermometer hovered around freezing point. But frosty mornings on the trails hereabouts are a special experience. The crunch–––crunch–––crunch of frozen snow under running feet is hypnotic. Throw in an occasional zephyr and a sudden fall of ice and snow from a tunnel of overhead branches and you feel there's a ghost in the treetops.
And then the sun peeped through. And I grabbed my camera and went for it - my first training run in wintry conditions this back end of the year.
It was energizing and rewarding. And even though I 'm not a runner who takes music on the run I did hear the refrain Happy days are here again - or something like it - from somewhere in my head as I began my climb to the summit stone on the pass over the Exelberg hill.
Here's the trail:
|Mud on your studs!|
|And up the hill we go . . .|
|. . . into the winter wonderland|
|. . . to the summit stone!|
|Copper beech. Descending.|
|A stream of thoughts . . .|
|. . . and reflections.|