This is an extract from one of my many photo stories, usually loosely held together by a journey from one place to another and added to from time to time.

Winter Chill, Devon

Snow transports familiar places to another world.

Here is a sequence of images from a walk that I do most days. I take my three spaniels and myself down to the sea. We go along an old railway line which leads us to the River Otter, then a tree lined path on a raised bank which ends abruptly at the estuary. 

We trudge through a blizzard masking beach, sea and cliffs. Familiar objects melt into shapeless forms. I have to remember where we are to avoid being lost. What a strange, alien place this is.