The train ride home from Wales was really pretty. A lot of the mountains were covered in snow (which you can kind of see in the picture) and even the hills and some of the fields had a little snow on them. We even passed a golf course that was dusted with snow, and there were still men out golfing!
It was so strange to see bright green grass poking out from beneath the snow. I can’t get used to how green it is here! It’s December—everything should be dead and brown! But that’s simply not the case, and I’m okay with that. The only sad part is that my camera isn’t good enough to capture the magnificence of the green for me to fully convey it in my photos. You’ll just have to take my word for it!