Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.
The steed and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
The Snow Storm – Ralph Waldo Emerson
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I am hoping the three of us will manage the three peaks however it may take us three years! To see the rest of the rest of the Photographs I took that day please visit my gallery – http://www.pbase.com/wakelin/snowdon_sept_2010