An extract from my Seasons Journal: Out came the sun and with a blue sky, the snow sparkled and shimmered, it was breathtakingly beautiful. It was like sugar that scrunched and squeaked underfoot while the long grasses were encapsulated in ice looking fantastical as if they had just been delivered from Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. All colours became more extreme: the river appeared black against the whiteness and shady areas turned clear blue.