The woods were greener.
The water was choppier.
Then it got heavier. By the time we were on the top of Carron Crag the visibility was nil and the wind was fierce.
And yet, if you are going to be out walking in a snow shower, deep woods are not a bad place to be. I found the snow quite magical. It felt like home.
No sign at all of the Old Man.
Until we came to the very end of the walk and the skies cleared. The mountain looked even better with its new white coat.
And the clear air and still puddles gave off fantastic reflections.
It took the last ten minutes of the walk to get a decent view and the slightest glimpse of pale sunshine but nevertheless, it was still an invigorating walk enjoyed by all. Enough snow had fallen down the back of my neck though to soak my fleece, so I was quite happy to seek the warmth of the pub.
March has definitely come in like a lion. The Liverpud is leading another walk on the last weekend of the month; we'll see if the weather behaves more like a lamb.