Seaford Head, snow

Sometimes luck is in my side. After snowing for most of the day, at about 3 it stopped and the sun shone weakly in a pale blue sky. I set out for a quick three miles before dusk and choral evensong. The moon was already high in the sky and the snow and ice crunchy under my feet. I warmed up quickly. Few cars had tried to drive up the track to South Hill Barn, and I had the eastern side of the Head more or less to myself. Out to sea a dramatic sunset took place, a vortex of pink circles around a central heavenward shaft of light, the colours becoming more and more intense as the light faded. It could have come from the imagination of a Romantic who had overdone the laudanum. Once over the head itself, I took the descent carefully. Tobogganers threw themselves down the slope, careless of the fading light. They may still be there.
The Garmin had run out of juice, but I know this run to be three miles. I was probably slower than usual.