give the man what he wants

When I emailed Lauchie and told him that it had snowed again, he immediately wrote back "Any more photos?". Rather then bore him with another round of shots of the Dingle woods, yesterday I braved the -20 c degree windchill to go on a downtown mission to find fresh views. During an errand run on Friday, I had noticed that the great iron gates of the Public Gardens were crusted in snow and the open fields of Citadel hill were drifted in white. I have not walked up to the Citadel in a long time and it was a great day for a trot around the ramparts. The air was bracing, the blue sky exhilarating and the hill was steeper then it looked. Jigs, my co-pilot, gave the destination two paws up.