Stepping out into the cold, still, winter air, you take a sharp intake of breath; the virgin snow eagerly awaits that first step, inviting you with no words; an unpainted canvas; silver birch bark; parchment; the best vanilla ice cream; cool, crisp white linen bedding, freshly laundered and ironed; a pile of whipped cream; a mound of crisp, perfectly baked meringues, worthy of any 'bake-off'.
  • Snow Jan Top Snow Jan Top A lightweight pure linen roll neck, knitted with a ribbed structure which drapes beautifully.