.
.
.
.
It was cold. So cold, I swear saw a snowman shiver.
Every breath was painful, it was the coldest winter’s night I’d ever known. I walked down the twisting lane heeding every step lest I slip on the carpet of snow beneath my feet.
Grassy banks stood rigid and snow topped hedgerows sparkled in the moonlight. Skeletal trees wove a border of lace twixt a glistening field and the grey winter’s sky above.
The shadow of a man, head bowed, kept me company. My shadow.
I trudged into the village. There was not a soul to be seen. Six disgruntled ducks stood motionless on a frozen pond. All was quiet but for the crunching of the snow beneath my boots.
I turned a corner and saw a distant golden glow. As I trudged towards it, the sound of merriment and laughter filled the air, quietly at first and then more loudly.
I had arrived. I pushed open the heavy oak door and my spirits rose amid the sounds, smells, and warmth of the ancient inn.
“Mine’s a brandy landlord, and make it a large one!”
,
.
Thanks to Sadje for hosting What Do You See?
Keith's Ramblings 
Back in the pub again? Excellent, Keith, and all your friends.☺️
LikeLike
home again, home again….
LikeLike
Brilliant storytelling as always, Keith. You had me going along in the cold with you as you walked…Your descriptives of the cold are (for me) totally relatable…Bravo!
LikeLike
Hi Keith – yes reminds me of years back … I was out today and didn’t really want to leave home! The pub is always good … til one steps back outside …Happy New Year – cheers Hilary
LikeLike
A very vividly written story Keith. You took us right along on this journey. Thanks for joining in.
LikeLike
Ah, a destination of warmth and fellowship. Nicely told!
LikeLike
I felt the cold with your description , Keith. I shivered like the snowman did. I raise my mug of coffee to you 😁
LikeLike
What a poetic prose, Keith! Nothing like the warmth of a pub filled with friends.
LikeLike