Where you look out the window from my mum's house in Scotland is a massive panorama of a previously glaciated environment.
Millions of years ago, huge, big blocks of ice carved up the whole environment within hundreds of miles of where my Mum lives.
Not far south of that, you can see where it stopped, and you can see the difference in the landscape.
Glaciers are slow, they take aeons to make any impact, but they slide down the valleys, leaving their mark, carving things out that people can't undo.
Snowfall is pretty.
It's good for a Christmas card, but particularly in this country, it's absolutely gone in a second.
I think I know which one I would rather be.
Blog Post Number - 3395