On a bit of a roll on this snow and ice thing, which - especially for the English - is pretty current. (Sadly, I listen to BBC Radio 3 all the time, and the last news item was listing minus degrees everywhere across the UK in precise detail; for example, -13.2 degrees, which is a bit like saying your age is 23 and three-quarters).
Went for a lovely walk yesterday, down by the river. Because it was the day after Christmas here (!) the snow - which fell softly all day - has been less cleared up/messed up then usual, so everything is looking beautiful, clean and bright.
I am an accidental Muscovite, swopping a lifetime in London for Russia. Join me in the confusions, pleasures and - hopefully - moments of insight that going somewhere else can provoke.
and the follow-up...
If you have enjoyed this blog, then come and visit me elsewhere - now I have found myself accidentally in Sydney, Australia. This is a city that seems very straightforward on the surface - so I hope to look behind appearances.