Daily Photo – Cottage in snow at St Bathans
I rounded a corner, and the quiet settlement of St Bathans came into view. I rolled down the hill into town, following its single street that runs through the middle of the settlement for no more than 500 metres before disappearing around a bend and continuing out into the countryside. It’s a tiny place, yet for all its smallness, St Bathans somehow manages to contain multitudes of soul.
When I finally arrived, I parked beside the old stables, swapped my shoes for gumboots, walked past a few historic cottages and the famous Vulcan Hotel, and set off through the snow towards the Blue Lake for a look around. As far as I could see, there was little more than snow, hills and the occasional fence post poking through the white snow. Below me, the lake was a deep, tranquil blue, reflecting the rugged, snow-covered hills beneath a perfectly clear sky. A touch of mist lingered around the far shore, while the still water reflected everything back with such clarity that the whole place seemed almost unnaturally quiet. It was one of those winter scenes where the cold gets into everything, but you don’t particularly care because the view is worth freezing for.
