It was finally the city of Bergen's turn to get a dusting of the snow that the rest of Europe has been enjoying. Not much to start with but plenty enough to having me grinning like a kid at Christmas. An afternoon stroll along the icy ridge was in order, relishing the change in the cityscape's palette and racing the short daylight hours.
The city looked great. Monochromatic. Tendrils of mist reaching in out in every direction from the icy lakes and lagoons. Chimneys lazily puffing away. Descending back into the city the gloaming was studded with golden points of light. The smell of wood smoke and cooking filled the still, cold air. Time to clean the skis and look forward. Oh yeah.
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We've even had some here on the Dutch coast. 10cm or so in a few hours accompanied by hard wind on Saturday, kids were hyper and so was dad. Shopping was done in vapour rise get up. Smashing. As is the way here though Sunday brought rain and a few dirty black heaps are all that's left. Good start though! I suspect planning for a tour in Norway in Feb will start in earnest now I'm all enthused about the white stuff.
Finally is right! Your photos captured the essence of the dusting excellently.
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