I don’t think there’s a better sound than soft snow powder compacting as you walk through a field. It’s the audio equivalent of the smell of freshly cut grass. The south west had a real dumping of snow a couple of years ago which left most of the area, in true British fashion, terrified and house bound. In true selfish fashion I’d already been to the office where I was working at the time and commandeered the Land Rover. I took this as I was driving around the Downs and it’s probably one of my favourite weather shots I’ve taken (my parents have a print of it at home).