Some sort of white cold stuff and lay about all crisp and uneven that morning. Might have been hail or snail or snow but since my Eskimo-like terms from the white stuff is rather limited you can take your choice from those three terms.
The light drew me out round the village for a stroll brandishing the little Perkeo to finish off the roll of Tmax400 that lurked within. A perfect camera for a lovely day. The sun shone a bit too - glowing on the white stuff and dazzling the geese flying over.
You may have seen the place in the first snap. The bus stop was still there - and will be despite whatever storms or nuclear devastations are bestowed upon it. The second snap scene caught my eye as the sun lit up the coast betweens the houses. Nice eh?