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After almost a week without driving from my house I finally went to the nearest village store to buy some food. I think I shouldn't repeat another expedition like that before spring.

Our neighbour's tree went down under the weight of the snow. It won't protect us from the sun any more, when spring comes and we sit on those benches and drink wine.

are wet, they are happy. Our , , are wet, some are happy, some not. Our bedsheets will suffer from the canine vectored transfer of wetness. We're not happy about that, but generally we're happy.

Something delicious must have died here. Or became delicious some time after it died.

A Christmas walk with in , Poland. In Poland smiling is – officially – regarded as not natural. Now you understand why.

We've been cut off from the rest of the world since Thursday. It's not that there is too much snow – it's too warm and the wet, heavy snow turns into something akin to mud. It's 8 kilometres back and forth to the only store in the area and the chances of getting through in any of the cars we have left are poor (the 4WD was supposed to be fixed last week but wasn't). This is nothing to worry about – we have enough food supplies for at least two weeks, we have power, water, and internet.

This Acer rubrum disrupts the basic colours of our forest. It's an invasive species here in , but we won't cut it down. We're an invasive species here too.

Brave little spider, weaving its web in hope of catching some food. Low chances – it's the end of December and the 4°C temperature is a fluke – it will soon get much colder.

Bruno inspecting the . We have thaw and snow is slowly melting but at temperatures around 4°C it will take many days before it disappears.

When you don't have thick fur you need an ugly coat to keep you warm in freezing temperatures.

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