Awoke Saturday morning to snow chucking it down outside the window.
So we did what any self-respecting Brits would do: repaired to our very cosiest local pub (the Devonshire Arms, aka 'the Dev') and proceeded to get slowly pissed.
This one's actually from like a year ago → but we always sit at the same table.
The shooting in the last light on the walk back was awesome. (The beer probably aided the sense of awe.)