Tag: The Fens

  • Winter in the Fens

    Winter in the Fens

    The Fens, while almost utterly flat, carry a certain beauty that gets under your skin.  It’s something in the expanses stretching to infinity that at once create calm and mild despair.

    There is surely no better time to feel this than when the landscape is covered under a layer of snow, robbing it of any vestiges of life and colour.  So naturally, we strapped boots, wrapped scarves and set off across the fields to the village of Toft, taking in Madingley on the way.

    The Fens are … flat.

    Tracks in the snow.

    Christmas trees

    The XX

    Apexes

    Tin buildings

    Shivering in the cold

    Snowy grove

    Signs of civilisation

    Some rather nice graffiti

    Barbed wire delicately supports the snow.

    And, almost at the pub!