From my village, we can look over the valley where Sheffield sits in the bottom, and over to the edge of the Peak District. We could see snow, so on Sunday, hubby and I decided to tog up and head out frolic in the white stuff and get that Christmassy feeling flowing.
You have to admit that the view from Foxhouse, just a few minutes drive out of Sheffield, over towards Mam Tor is pretty spectacular and one of the reasons why I love living around these parts.
We stopped off at the National Trust Cafe for homemade soup and a roll - a brilliant start to our walk. The house on the Longshaw Estate is not open to visitors. It is split into apartments. A pretty gorgeous place to live I think. It so reminds me of somewhere the Brontes would have written about.
So if you have no Christmas snow at the moment, come with me across the Grouse Moors, and wallow in the loveliness of this perfect winters day.
Sundays walk was a complete contrast to Saturdays - but I enjoyed them both equally. I love that this contrast is really only 15 minutes apart.