We had a few flakes of snow on Friday and Saturday morning, a few white roofs (proof of good house insulation) and that was it. But a mere 6km to the east of us as the crow flies (if that crow adds a few altitude meters) there was proper snow. And what is whiter than freshly fallen snow?
Then I came across this road sign, in the middle of the forest.
Which didn’t really prepare me for the home of the Vedic Cultural Club.